|I feel like I’ve had the following conversation with my husband a zillion times.The situation: We are meeting at 1 p.m. on Thursday at our son’s school for a parent-teacher conference. I need to BART from my job in San Francisco to the school in Oakland. My husband works out of our home in Oakland. The conversation begins on Tuesday. Me: I’ll have to meet you at school on Thursday, the day of the conference. I’ll probably just make it in time. It’s going to be a tough day for me to take time off work.
My husband: OK.
The conversation continues on Wednesday:
Me: Tomorrow is the parent teacher conference. I’ll meet you at school. I won’t have time to come home first.
Husband: OK, I’ll meet you there.
I think the conversation wraps up Thursday morning. My husband is still in bed when I leave for work. I kiss his cheek.
Me: I’ll see you at school at 1.
Around 10:30, I check voice mail messages. My husband’s voice: Uh, so I guess you’ll come home first and then we’ll go to school together? Is that what we’re doing?