Mommy used to be a punctual person. Once upon a time, she got everywhere on time – *early* even! Once, she and her college roommate went to the airport at the same time to catch flights home for Thanksgiving. Katie got on the plane, flew home, picked up her luggage, drove to her parents’ house, and called Mommy… who was still waiting for her flight. SUPERearly.
Daddy? Notsomuch. When they were dating, Mommy used to give him fake times so he’d show up when she wanted him to. There was serious discussion about how much trouble he’s be in if he was late to their wedding (he wasn’t).
Even now, Mommy will be standing in the front hall with her shoes on, keys in hand, while Daddy decides that it is the perfect time to check the batteries in all the smoke detectors.
I appear to take after my Daddy; scheduled events are merely a suggestion for me – there’s always another storytime, so I don’t stress, you know? Instead of Mommy being a positive influence on us, we seem to be dragging her down and we, as a family, are frequently tardy.
Case in point, this was supposed to be posted on Wednesday. See, my friend Kari does this post every month where she takes 10 pictures on the 10th to document a typical day (or not so typical: this month she’s traveling in Singapore). Fun, right? EVERY month, Mommy and I intend to do our own 10 on 10. And EVERY month we wake up on the 11th having forgotten entirely. D’Oh! *This* month, we finally remembered! But then forgot again. So, we have 1 on 10:
We did not want to wait a whole ‘nother month, so we took our 10 pics on the 11th. But the 11th was Thousand Word Thursday and then Blogger was broken and I guest posted on Friday, so here we are. On the 16th. Posting our 10 on
10 11. Enjoy: