Imagine that
We wake early at our house. It doesn’t matter if it is a school day or not, we rarely sleep past 6:30. When we do, we feel hung over and funky all day long.
The kids are up, dressed, fed and ready for school by 7:15, and because Bill’s motto is “If you are on time, you are late”, they are out the door no later than 7:32….which means they are at school at 7:34 since we live right down the lane. It is the same thing, to the dot, every morning.
They have to be there at 7:55.
Which makes my kids really, really on time…….at least when Bill takes them.
When I take them, they are in a panic. They walk by me flashing their watches like mini-Bill’s, and encourage me out the door with woeful cries of “We are going to be late. Come! On! Mom!”.
My motto is “If you are on time, you haven’t had your second cup of coffee” and I adhere to it strictly, much to the horror of those around me.
Yes, I am time challenged and proud to admit it.
None-the-less, I get my children to school on time. Not because I am all “whoo hoo, look at me, my kids are not late for school”, but because they will tell on me, and I am keenly aware of that fact.
Today, we loaded up in typical Jody fashion at 7:50, which means we had 5 minutes to go 2 blocks. Nice cushion if you ask me. My kids, (never, ever get your kids wrist watches before they are 14) were all “FortheloveofallthingsholymomweareLATE!!!! How could you do this to us?” They sighed HEAVILY all the way to school, but it got quiet when we drove up to the parking lot.
Quinn: “Hey, what’s up with all this?”
Cody: “Why are all these people here?”
Cory: “Look at all the cars! What is going on today?”
My kids were gazing, for the first time in their school aged lives, at the drop off line.
Me: “Those are all the normal children being dropped off at school. You know, the ones that don’t get here 30 minutes early.”
Cory, Cody and Quinn: “Oh. ”
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I have ruined the kids for Bill in less then 48 hours.
Tomorrow, we will push the limits and leave at 7:52. The horror.
I am with you. The second cup of coffee is very important. My kids usually have to make a mad dash to the gate before the late bell rings. Drives my husband crazy too! But hey, if they get through the gate, they are on time, right?
ROFL. I wonder who’s gonna convert to MomTime and who’s gonna stay on DadTime. Maybe between the both of you they’ll turn out right in the middle : )
Hahahaha!!! Love it.
So funny, I used to be the mom in the drop off line. We have done surprisingly better this last month. I’ve had to reteach my kids to care about being late.
We try never to be late for drop off. Being tardy means detention, which is never fun!
It also is marked on their report cards…
That’s very funny! I’ve been known to go out the front door still drinking coffee, and sip as far as the mailbox, where I’ll pick up where I left off, on my way back in.
LOL! That’s hysterical.
Although I’d try to avoid the drop-off lane if it was anything like the one at the school I taught at 2 yrs ago – slooooooooow!
Rachel, the drop off lane is sooo sloooow. That is why we are usually there really early before the normal people.
Hi Sue! Yes, we feel the same why about tardiness here. I don’t think my kids have ever gotten a tardy mark in all the time they have been in school. This is only because my Bill has taught us all well!
MEredith, that sounds like an excellent arrangement. Coffee should never be taken for granted! I am known in town to most always have a Jadite coffee cup in my hand in the mornings….filled with espresso and yummy, foamy Vit. D milk!!