Conversation in our house today
Me: ‘I’m just quickly nipping to Sainsbury’s to get biscuits for the school thing today.’
DH: ‘Ok!’
<I open the front door to leave>
DH: ‘Hey, where are you going?’
Me: ‘To get biscuits for the school thing.’
DH: ‘What school thing?’
Me: ‘The storytelling day thing this afternoon.’
DH: ‘I didn’t know there was a school thing.’
Me: ‘It was in the newsletter and they emailed a reminder.’
DH: <blank look>
Me: ‘I put it in the calendar.’
DH: ‘Wait - where are you going again?’
Me: ‘To Sainsbury’s. To get biscuits.’
DH: ‘Why do you need biscuits now?’
Me: ‘I offered to bring biscuits today.’
DH: ‘Wait, where?’’
Me: ‘To the school thing.’
DH: ‘Hang on, is that happening now?’
Me: ‘No, this afternoon.’
DH: <looks puzzled> ‘But there isn’t time to go get biscuits.’
Me: ‘There is - there’s twenty minutes.’
DH: ‘You’ll never get to Tesco and back in 20 minutes.’
Me: ‘I’m going to Sainsbury’s.’
DH: <sighs angrily> ‘Whatever.’
He will 100% have come out of that exchange thinking I’m some incomprehensible chaotic person ambushing him with last minute events and flying by the seat of my pants.
Silently screaming.