People that know me know that I am late for just about everything. I do try, I really do, but for some reason, I just never seem to pull off the punctuality thing. I'm beginning to think I should just change my name to A.L. , as in always late. My daughter needs to be at school by 8:40 am in our district. This is a monumental struggle for AL and her faithful sidekick, Frankenbunny. Just getting her majesty awake is right up there with poking a bear with a stick. (This is mostly my DNA.) I make a point of never entering the cave until at least 1 cup of coffee (by "cup" I mean vat) has been drained. Speaking of drained, I also have to get my own sorry butt dressed first.
I have not sunk to the level of yoga pants and slippers but I have left the house without brushing my hair. (Fairness requires me to point out here that there will be yoga pants days no matter what you do. Hopefully, they will be occasional rather than the norm.) Thankfully, I no longer park the car and walk my daughter to the door. This does leave me the luxury of looking as scary as I need to since I'm not getting out of my car. Recently, the offspring and I had one of those Monday part 12 mornings.
The time crunch was mostly my fault. I made the mistake of trying to read to her in the morning and burned 15 minutes we really didn't have. Nonetheless, I managed to get her majesty dressed, her hair brushed, lunch assembled, and even threw a breakfast together. I was actually somewhat proud of myself. We get in my car, I hand over the tea and toast and I get "Why were there no Froot Loops?". I'm pretty sure if I had responded with something like "I left my cape and phone booth in my other pants" I would have gotten blank stare number 48 for that morning. I had to simply inform the offspring that I was in a hurry. We've only been scrambling out the door every morning for well over the last six months and I have to inform her there's a time crunch. This is another fun part of living with Adhd on top of my DNA. Clearly, detective work is not in this kid's future.
Somehow, we manage to make it to school on time, by the skin of our teeth. This is true as far as I know, pending any discoveries of a cache of late slips.
I have read that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. I beg to differ, it's really parenting and expecting gratitude anywhere in the first couple of decades, at least! Just ask your own parents "Why were there no Froot Loops?".
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