Jonah goes to preschool on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 12:30. Scratch that. Preschool starts at 12:30. Jonah usually gets there at 12:40. At 12:30 we are frantically looking for the other shoe and swiping a rag at his Spagetti-O'd face as he runs by. We find the shoe (Or coat, or Show-and-Tell bag, or communication envelope, or whatever it happens to be that is making us late on that particular day), and dash to the car for the 4 block drive to preschool. All of you who have ever lived in an urban setting need to close your mouth now- I know you would NEVER drive 4 blocks, but we are LATE.
On Friday at 12:15 I turned to Jonah and said, "How about we try something new today? How about not being late?"
He replied, "What, you mean leave right now?"
So we got both shoes, a coat and whatever else we needed and got in the car for our four block drive. I drove through the drop off lane and to the class room door at 12:29 and waited for the teacher to open the door and greet Jonah.
The door did not open.
And then I noticed there were no lights on in the class room.
And then I remembered that Friday was the day that the afternoon preschool was combined with the morning preschool for a field trip to the fire department.
Even when I'm not late, I'm late!