So when I got to my high school, I had to call Bart to warn him that Mike or the bus driver might be calling him. I could not get through. Try explaining to your high school teacher how you have 10 kids on a bus and you need to let your husband know they might not make it to school. Awkward. ;-)
So on to my reality. I heard from the basement dwellers that there was a body on one of the beds downstairs but they didn't know if it was Mike or John. I knew John was spending the night at his girlfriend's mom's, so concluded it was Mike. Bart and I decided by 7:15 that I should at least be courteous enough to wake him up and ask if he needed a ride.
Here is how the conversation went:
Me: Mike, do you work today?
Mike: (increduously): YES!
Me: And we were supposed to know that?
Me: And we are responsible to wake you up?
Me: And we are supposed to know that you are here?
Me: And do you need a ride?
Me: Well, we're leaving in 15 minutes.
We rearranged our mornings to provide him a ride and as Bart is ready to walk out of the door he says:
Time to go.
Mike: I don't need a ride. My girlfriend is picking me up.
Bart: But ten minutes ago Mom told me you did.
Mike: Yeah, she just called.
So we un-rearranged our morning.
Sometimes it's a little hard to keep up with FASD. We were supposed to know he was home, know that he worked, know that he wanted us to wake him up, AND know that he needed a ride. I guess he has a LOT of confidence in us.
So, which is stranger? Dreams are reality. They are strangely similar, I'd say.