Late? Not me. I am a terribly punctual person. I'm always, always, always on time (it's hard to even type that with a straight face!). One, two, three kids? No problem. Bring it on. No matter the challenge, I am NEVER late. Not me!
That's why I was not amused to learn that when I made a huge extra effort to make sure the boys would be at their baseball games on time Saturday and was not feeling quite smug with myself and the genius of my plan which involved two cars and a staggered exit from the house, to then receive a phone call from Matt which did not let me know that although they were early, I had NOT sent the correct child. What? Apparently is not good enough just to get a child there--it needs to be the one whose team is playing at the time. My bad. The entire incident made me so not scared out of my mind wondering how I will actually manage three little schedules in the years to come and two boys at two different schools next year. The teachers just need at least one warm body there, right? Late? Wrong kid? Not me!