Doonie's Autobiography

Scarlett had to write an autobiography for school. It had to be in
book format, couple of sentences for each year of her life, etc. We
couldn't help her out too much because of the trees and other crap
we've got going on, so she did most of it by herself. Well yesterday
morning she told me that they were reading the autobiographies out
loud in front of the class and asked me if I could go.

Quick work side note: Our company integrates all of the system
equipment and hardware into the vehicles. We design everything, put it
in the vehicle, and make sure all of it works. Then the government
contracts out a different company to cone integrate the software/ network/dataflow in the system. Well let's just say that they're never on time. So their whole game is to point out phantom hardware problems to buy themselves more time, and divert the attention from the fact that they're not meeting deadlines. But I digress. Anyway, they called a big meeting yesterday morning at 9:00.

Back to Doonie. She was asking me to go watch her presentation the whole way to school. I told her that I couldn't because I had a meeting. 'Can you skip your meeting?' Ugggh. Stupid meeting. There were two issues that we were discussing during the meeting, one of which I had already solved. Figured out the cause, found a solution, implemented it. Done. I had suggested a cheap bandaid fix for the second issue two weeks ago, and got laughed at. So in the last two weeks we've explored all of our options; cheap and expensive, easy and diffucult, every possible fix. After an hour and a half, we ultimately decided to go with the suggestion I made two weeks ago. Again, I'm a genius. So it's 10:40, Scarlett's presentation starts at 10:45. I break out of the meeting, rush to the school, make the 13 minute drive in a little under 9, and get there right ad they were starting. Seeing Doonie's face when I walked in choked me up immediately. Instant elation. She comes over, gives me a hug, and shows me to my seat. So I sit through what seemed to be four hours of inferior students read their autobiographies (Scarlett is by far the smartest person in her class, go on, ask her, she'll tell you) until I finally get to hear hers. Brilliance. As soon as I got home from work yesterday, she ran up to me, gave me a hug, and said,'Thanks for coming to my school today.' You could tell that it definitely made her day. But seeing her face when I walked in that classroom made my whole week. This parenting stuff is easy sometimes.