Are they indeed always right? (Part one)

You know how mothers know everything? Not just your mom but every (well most every) woman that is a mom knows everything?

Any random question you have they have an answer to. You start not feeling well you don't go to the doctor you call you mother. She then proceeds to tell you exactly what to you and you start feeling better automatically. You ask the question, "how long does it take a broken heart to mend?" The immediate answer - that we all know now - is "take the length of your relationship cut it in half and that's how long."

Its like there is a secret mother society that you are brought into the moment you conceive and start to get the answers to every possible situation in life. I mean face it - mom's have seen some whack ass shit raising us.

But when they tell you to do something, something they feel is very beneficial to your life, you wave it off most of the time and think "what does she know?"

That's what this is about.

My mother calls me today and tells me when she flew out to the west coast yesterday it was so packed at the airport that it took her a good 45 minutes to get to security. That she barely had time to get food, have a drink and get on the plane.

Now I hate rushing through the airport. I like to have ample time to not get all flustered and freaked out that I won't make my flight.

I planned to leave at 3:30 for a 6pm flight out of JFK. She starts saying there could be traffic, you want to get food, have a drink not rush around, and I 'm telling you it was packed yesterday and you know it will be worse today after that whole jet blue incident yesterday.

She proceeds to tell me go the the curbside check - allllll the way at the end, that there is no one there and then walk alllllll the way back to the opposite security line. Then yammers on about a smoothie place that has grapes and cheese and a great little tiny package of lemon parmesan ziti which I should grab for the flight ("cause they give you no food at all") as well as suggests to get a smart water ("it has electrolytes")

By the end of this convo she concludes I should leave at 3. I say ok, but maybe it was so crowded because it was Monday. Maybe I have a point there I don't know she admits nothing.

So I am leaving at 3pm. Because you know what will happen, I leave at 3:30 there will be traffic, a security shut down and I will have no time to even think about food or water because my flight will be boarding and I will be the last person on the plane before they shut the door.

But I'm betting if I leave at 3 I will be at the airport at 4 there will be no on there so It will be 4:30 and I will have 1 - 1/2 hours to kill before my flight. There is one thing I hate worse than rushing - it's called waiting. I don't wait patiently.

So place your bets. and you decide what you think will happen. I will update you accordingly.

And yes, I love my mom.