My kids are slow at, well, everything. The one year old has an excuse because, hey, he’s one. The twins, however, have no excuse.
This morning they were ready for school almost an hour before we had to leave. At 7:10, I told them it was time to go fully anticipating it would take them 5 minutes to actually get downstairs even though they were already dressed and their notebooks for school were down in the living room. So I went to pack my lunch and brush my teeth.
At 7:15 they still weren’t downstairs. So I went to the steps and hollered for them again. I then went to take my Zyrtec. They still weren’t downstairs.
I walked over to the steps and hollered one more time only to have Baby B come to the top of the steps to tell me Baby A was taking a dump.
So even though they were ready almost an hour before it was time to leave that little punk waited until I said it was time to leave before going to drop a deuce. Nice.
Instead of leaving at 7:15 like I had planned we didn’t leave until 7:25. Guess how late I was to work? Yup, 10 minutes.
I think every time they make me late I’m going to make them late so they get detention or something. This is getting old. But it’s all good, now. I’m chillin’ with a Mike’s Hard Lemonade…