Can't Win For Losin'

Now that Sam is in summer camp, he has a field trip on most Fridays, which means we have to be at school by 8:30 in order to make the bus. And since we face a 30-minute drive, it can be close. Most Fridays Bryon takes the 'wee ones' so Sam and I have plenty of time, but today Jake wasn't having it. He wasn't going to be happy (and if Jake ain't happy, ain't nobody happy) until I took him to school.

So everybody ate quickly, dressed quickly, packed and left. We practically ran through Jake and Abby's day care. Abby to her room. Check. Drop off grapes for today's food activity. Check. Drop off pink paper flower for Abby's show and share. Check. Jake to his room. Kiss. Hug. Go.

We pulled into Sam's school at 8:32. Before I turned off the car I turned down the radio, pointed at the clock and said, "Sam, look. 8:32. Did your mom deliver or did your mom deliver?"

"You're 2 minutes late," he told me, completely unimpressed.