The Last Minute Sabotage
Last week I found a word on Urban Dictionary that defines me perfectly: chronoptomist. Well, maybe not their specific definition, which involved getting weed, something I don't get (in the literal sense, and in that I just don't understand why people do it - I already have no memory and constant munchies). But the implied definition, that I always think it's going to take me less time to do things than it actually does, is me all the way. My kids are consistently five or ten minutes late for school. The problem is, we live too close to school. It is at the very most, if we're dawdling, a ten minute walk away. If we lived farther, especially if we had to drive, I would build in extra time for the unforeseen: slow traffic, an accident, lack of parking, etc. But there's really nothing between our house and school that will slow us down enough to make them late.
So how does it happen then? It's the kids' fault (isn't it always?). Our mornings are actually kind of mellow. Nine days out of ten, I don't even have to be showered before dropping them off (if you've ever tried to make an appointment with me before noon and I've been reluctant, now you know why), and my daughter gets a bath the night before. Only Jake has to shower when waking up. He recently started making breakfast for himself and his sister, so after showering and getting dressed he rushes through breakfast so that he can spend some time with his video games before school. He's an early riser, so there are days when he has an hour between breakfast and school in which to play, or watch TV. I'm often asleep through all of this.












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