Late

My daughter has been sick for the last few days and today is her first day back to school. I woke her up at the usual time, then was preoccupied with ten thousand other things before I realized her breakfast was still sitting uneaten on the table. It was 30 minutes after I first went in and woke her up.

Panic.

”Gracie!! Are you up??” A groggy voice calls back, “I am now…” Dear. LORD.

Much scrambling and nagging took place. Then we tore out the door,  my 4-year-old and me still in our pajamas (he’s home sick today) and Gracie, looking forlorn and puny.  There’s that mommy guilt that sets in when they no longer have a fever but still feel puny and you make them go to school.

We live in a rural area with 2-lane roads, so if you get behind a slow vehicle, you are screwed. And wouldn’t you know it, this morning we got behind a truck and trailer going 25 mph the whole way.

My daughter’s school starts at 9:25 a.m. And guess what time we got to school? 9:24 a.m.

Sigh. At least we weren’t late.