I have been late to work twice this week.
On Wednesday, one daughter misplaced my car keys. Silly me. I should have known she would throw them on the clothes pile in her room while getting socks to go with the footwear she had retrieved from the car. Instead I spent 30 minutes tearing the house apart. Even went to her school, where she and her schoolmates had a good chuckle at the stressed figure before them.
Yesterday I "just couldn't" get them to school on time. When in my care, my 9-year-old twins are often late for class. Just a few minutes, but late nevertheless. It has been worrying me.
Take yesterday morning. After giving the 17-year-old $10 so that she could drive to school instead of travelling with me, I finally parted the unshakeable duo from their blankets. But the rituals of feeding, cleaning, clothing and getting them out the door had us heading in the school gate after the final bell once again. That wouldn't be funny except we live no more than 100 metres from said gate.
I know I don't do everything right. They should go to bed earlier. But with a fulltime job, post-work chores, exercise and entertainment for them factored in we are always working against the clock. Well, I am. They just ignore it. Also, I could be more organised in the morning. That said, it seems to me that I would have to behave like a Sergeant Major for an hour, morning and night, to get my little darlings into better habits. Perhaps I need to harden up, watch a few repeats of Supernanny.