Our parents were in town for the weekend, and we had a very respectable 6:30pm dinner reservation—one of those “let’s be on time and act like adults” kind of plans. I paused in front of the mirror for a final check… and that’s where things quietly went off schedule. An hour and 17 missed calls later we finally made it out the door—slightly chaotic, slightly amused, already accepting whatever reaction was waiting for us.
