My kid just called me, 30 minutes before school is let out -- which is kind of a no-no unless it's an emergency.
I guess emergencies are in the eye of the beholder.
Besides, her last class of the day is her elective: Film Production. And from what she's told me, that class is pretty free-form (much like the theater classes I took when I was in high school, when assignments to improvise scenes ended up as an excuse to dish about all the other people we knew.
I get the creative environment.
Her last words when I dropped her off this morning were, "I'll text you," referring to her usual communication with me on days she stays late -- which I knew was her plan with her producing/directing partners on their current student project. I just wasn't expecting a call.
"We need someone to play the part of the mom in our film," she said.
"And you remember, you already said we could film it at our house."
Uh, yeah. I did say that. That means I'm going to have to clean it first. When was that again?
"April 15. It's a Sunday."
Whew. And it's about a month from now.
"It's only one line. And you're already going to be there."
"OK," I said.
"Thank you!" she said. I heard giggling in the background.
"You just made Lisa very happy," my daughter said, referring to one of the other girls in her group.
So I guess I'll not only have to clean the house, but make sure I've got something clean to wear. And makeup.