I had my morning planned out to a T.
My mom’s flight was scheduled to get in at 9:15am to an airport that, with no traffic, is a 25 minute drive from my apartment. The plan was to leave at 8:50am, taking into consideration that typically flights from Connecticut to Chicago land about 20 minutes early, but she would need those 20 minutes back to deplane etc.
This meant that I could wake up at 7:30am, do my morning things, run my dishwasher, and fold my laundry without breaking a sweat.
At 8:15am, just as I was folding the last sweater (slightly ahead of schedule), I checked my phone. Text from Mom. Weird, but maybe she finally figured out in-flight wifi texting.
Landed!
Sorry?!?! A full 60 minutes early??
Putting on pants and leaving now! I frantically responded, joggers already halfway on.
My countertops were not as scrubbed as I’d wanted them to be, and the papers on my desk weren’t as tidy as I’d imagined, but I did get an extra hour with my mom!