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.