Entry FeedDid you think that this was a post about the Olympics?
Nope.
This is our record so far this week of getting Son One to school on time. Yep. That bad.
As I sit here drinking my coffee at 9:00 am, Husband is rushing Son One off to school, the bell is ringing and O Canada is starting. Monday I took him, and got stuck in the hallway with all of the late kids during the anthem, prayer and announcements.
Son One starts school at 9:00 am. Son Two is in the afternoon, but he could wake up and make it to school on time. Daughter is usually the first one up. Son One loves his sleep, though he fights it at night. In the mornings, he doesn't want to leave his warm bed.
This morning, we got him out of bed at 8:47. Really.
For the record, I believe that there are two types of people in this world. Those who are on time, and those who feel that they are more important than anyone else and can therefor show up as late as they want.
Before I met Husband, I was ALWAYS in category one. I actually couldn't even conceive of how people could be late. Now, 15 years and three children later, I am always running in the door as it is about to close.
Yet another way having children changes us.