The invisible man?

This actually happened in my house on Thursday this week.

       Important background info.  On this particular day I had been cleaning the house and preparing dinner for neighbors.  It wasn't normal cleaning - it's the type of real work that I only seem to get to if I invite someone over.  My Husband had the day off and has spent it watching the World Soccer Cup.  At 10 a.m. H. answered phone - call from son at school.  I can't remember exactly what was said, but I got the idea that our son said that he really had better talk to me.  So I picked up the phone.
Son:: "Mom, bring me my French horn.  Oh, and on the way, could you stop and get a bag of chips, please?"
OK - I had an errand to do anyway... I had meant to tell son to put the band instrument out the night before. (And clearly, the kid had forgotten to mention a party in some class for which he had promised chips.)  So, I didn't get mad.
            After school that same day:
Son rushes home and heads straight to the computer to write a speech for model UN try-outs.  He hadn't planned to do this activity, but the teacher in charge had encouraged him strongly to go for it (in school that day) and so he decides to audition.
                                       rush      rush,          write     write,       scrub     scrub  scrub
            Two hours later:
Me: On my hands and knees scrubbing floor.  
Hubby: Lying on sofa.
Son: Comes out of room where he has been preparing speech.  He's running late. As he walks down the stairs, he has to look past his father lounging in the living room in order to talk to me in the dining room,  "Mom, start the car."  
Me:  "Your dad drives also." 
Son: "He's not even wearing a shirt." Goes back into the room to print speech.
So, I explained to H. what son needs...  As H. gets up to walk up the stairs (slowly) to get a shirt on, I  restrain myself from running to start the car.
End of story: he got there on time, but doesn't think he got into model UN.

P.S.  It's a good thing I didn't get mad about the French horn phone call.  I had insisted to son that he had his in-school French horn lesson even though the school year is basically over.  But son told me later that when he walked into the music room, teacher looked up and said, "What are you doing here?"