You know how I always complain about Dick’s lateness? Remember, it’s the reason we gave birth to our son in the car? It annoys me greatly but a lot of times, and you know how much I hate to admit this, it’s also been a blessing that we’ve been late. Giving birth to my son in the car was a blessing. It was such a great experience for the family and brought us so close together.
Anyway, Dick’s lateness has rubbed off on me as well. My lateness can be expressed like an exponential graph where the more kids I have, the more I am exponentially late. My nerdy engineer insides are showing….exponential graph…Lawd, hep me. (Said like the true Southerner that I am.)
So, the other day, there was a Bookfest right by my house. It’s held every year and it’s where we discovered our neighbor and Art teacher for the girls, Magda. The hours were from 10am-2pm so I thought we would go around noon. Magda was sure to remind me that she was going to be there again running the art station at the Bookfest.
Dick is out of town so it’s just me and the three kids. I wanted to take them though because it’s always fun and there’s all kinds of activities. However, despite intentions to get there around noon, we actually don’t get there until around 1:30…an hour and a half later than planned.
There was a tent that had people singing.
Kids were playing everywhere.
Tents with local authors who have published books.
I wanted to make sure to go see Magda first so we go look for her station.
Magda is so excited to see Benz and the girls.
They do a paint splatter craft.
They draw…hurriedly…so they can go see other things.
What they really want to do is go to the “jumpy thing” that is set up out front.
Poor Benz wants to go too.
Sorry honey, you have to just sit and watch with Mommy.
So, the girls only got to spend like 15 minutes doing art and 15 minutes on the bouncy thing.
Nothing to do at ALL with BOOKS. And we missed all the other activities because everyone had shut down right at 2:00. Yes, I’m feeling like Mommy of the Year.
Luckily, my girls are resilient and when they remembered there’s a stream right there, they headed right over to play.
Poor Benzie, watching from a distance again.
Well, that’s just the way it goes in our family. If we make it anywhere at all, it’s a miracle all on it’s own let alone make it on time! Making it anywhere on time takes SUPERHUMAN powers that we do not possess.
-Jane, Consistently Late Mommy.
