So, my dad is coming to stay the night so I can take him to the airport at 5AM. My sister graduates from Navy Bootcamp this week, so i'm sending him. I get to work, yay!
My mother, has been driving me up the fucking wall. I hate that woman. She keeps calling and texting me trying to get details. She knows we all hate her. Take the hint already.
Edit- 8 AM
My dad missed his flight. Really though, I missed his flight for him. Since I have a cell phone with an alarm, I never bought an actual alarm clock. My dads phone doesn't have an alarm on it. Last night he told me to be sure I set my alarm. But I didn't register that meant he DID NOT have an alarm on his phone. So, I set my alarm but when it went off I hit the snooze button assuming my dad was going to knock on my door any moment and tell me to get up. I thought his alarm would wake him up and he would make sure I was awake. What father really counts on his daughter anyway? Well, I drifted off to sleep. Its 6:37 and I hear the bathroom door open and close. FUCK! I throw my clothes on and tell my dad we woke up late. He says "yeah, no shit." His flight left at 6:20 am. No refunds, no cancellations, no rescheduling. I just spent another 475 dollars to fly him out there to my sisters graduation. It was my fault after all. At least we get to bond over coffee and I get to go into work late?? I'll call this my fail of the week. And we both have decided not to tell my sister he missed his original flight. He'll be at the graduation on time.