Yesterday morning we left the house about half an hour early. I would have let the kids play for a few minutes but for every 5 minutes of play, you’re very nearly guaranteed an extra 35 minutes of pain and agony to get them on track again for leaving the house. It was a nice leisurely morning for me, I didn’t have to rush them into jackets and shoes, or herd them into the van. They just did it all themselves, no wasting time, no getting distracted with toys… I had to pinch myself a couple of times to make sure it wasn’t a dream.
Because we did the daycare drop off part of the routine so quickly, my son and I had time to have a bagel (him) and coffee (me) at the cafe up the street from his school. He loves going to the cafe.
Today, after wrangling the kids up from the playroom to have breakfast. Little diva threw a fit and refused to eat until her big brother said he was finished. Then she was ready to have her food. I got her food and suddenly the boy needed round two of his breakfast. Fine. They do this some days. Afterwards, getting clothes on was a battle, getting teeth brushed was less so, then getting jackets and shoes on became a freak show… and we left the house 15 minutes late.
Because we left the house late, traffic was crazy. I’m usually on the road before the rest of the world decides to clog up the streets with their vehicles. This leads me to share with you the DRP (Dirty Rotten Parenting) Law of Lateness:
The later you leave, the longer it will take for you to get to your destination.