This morning, we were late for school. Again. I know, I know, I've complained about it before, but honestly we live across the street! If anyone's going to be on time, it should be us!
Today, no one got up. Kee climbed into my bed for a snuggle and when the alarm went off, said "I don't want to get up yet. I need snuggles." For some reason, that sounded fine, and I hit snooze. Next thing I know, it's 8:00. Crap.
Then Beege just would not get up. At all. She claimed her nose was too snuffly to stand up. 8:15.
Then Kee wouldn't get dressed. Then she wanted to wear a sundress. Then she wouldn't wear socks. Then she had to wear specific socks. Then she put them on her hands instead of her feet. 8:36.
Beege thought it would be a good time to start a new book. 8:42.
I'm not sure what happened in the next few minutes because I realised that even though I had already done dishes, put in a load of laundry, made lunches and packed backpacks... I was still in my pajamas.
As Beege was putting her boots on, I was zipping up my coat, and Kee was doing a puppet show with her mismatched socks, we heard the bell ring. 8:55. Late. Dang.
So we jogged over to school and signed in at the office just as O' Canada started.
I can't help but feel like a bit of a failure when we get there late. We live across the street!!
But today, as I trudged down the long hallway to the exit, I saw something that made me feel a little bit better.
There are pants in the lost and found. And not just one pair, either.
We may be late, but at least we all know where our pants are.