It could be the fact that I was born 17 days past my due date, or possibly that my family was chronically late growing up, but whatever the reason, I am always late. When my oldest son started Kindergarten I was only 25 so I chalk it up to immaturity that I was often late getting him to school. I started getting notes home about how his being 2 minutes late for school 3 days a week was affecting his education. Really? He missed the roll call, not his all important project on what starts with the letter “A.” This has become such a problem that now that my sons are in the 3rd and 5th grades they are missing out on perfect attendance popcorn parties even though they are there every day. It breaks my heart because I know it is my fault for not getting them up on time. They should take away MY popcorn party instead! The boys could get themselves up I suppose, but I still have to get up eventually to drive them there (Maybe I should move to South Dakota where you only have to be 14 years and 3 months old to have a license, that could really save us in the future). I told the boys that I would do better at getting them to school on time. I even promised. J-Dog just sighed and J-Dub said, “Yeah, right, you always say that. It was your New Year’s resolution.”
I have been improving, though. Lately we’ve only been 30 seconds late on days ending in Y and only occasionally are we 10 or more minutes late. In fact today I did remarkably well considering how late I woke up. My alarm went off at 7 am and I ignored it, of course. We have to leave at 8:15 to get to school on time and I finally woke up at 8:16. Now you WOULD think, “Wow, this woman is going to get her kids to school sooooooo late!” But then you wouldn’t have counted on me breaking out my awesome time saving skills like: giving everybody dry cereal in baggies to eat for breakfast in the car, writing a check (who carries cash these days?) for lunch money since we obviously didn’t have time to make PB&J, and leaving the toddler girls at home with Grandma so I didn’t have to drag them with me. It surprised even me how fast we got to school. We were only 5 minutes late! Booya!
But in reality I know this is a huge issue for me. 5 minutes late is still late. My husband says that being late all the time is inconsiderate and it puts people out when they have to wait for you. I know! I know! I promise I will do way better tomorrow. I will follow my late father’s (no pun intended) advice and obey my alarm. I will learn this lesson! Eventually. Better late than never, I guess.