Tardy Again

Besides canine children, I also have two human children - girls in fact. We won't even go into the complexities of mother-daughter relationships, hormones and the like now. That's fodder for a multitude of other posts that I'll save for other days.

My eldest daughter, Syd, recently got her driver's license and no longer requires my services as a taxi driver to school. I always knew she was pretty independent. She's been waking up on her own since fifth grade or so, coming down for a quick breakfast, then getting dressed and would be the first one ready to get in the car.

What I didn't realize is this; SHE was the glue that held our morning routine together. Who knew?

Rea and I are now like a couple of cats wandering aimlessly about the house. We need Syd back to keep us on task. We need her to point out the time, (again and again). We need her to let us know what the weather is, that lunch money is due and to tell us once again that WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!

Syd used to be quick to point out that Rea had turned on the television and was watching Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. She also would prod Rea in a sweet (NOT) sisterly way to brush her hair and her "nasty" teeth.

But now Syd has no vested interest in our morning routine, (or lack thereof). She has a pretty blue car to zip off to school in. So, she goes about her business - and you'd better believe she's there in plenty of time for the bell.

Meanwhile, Rea and I are languishing at home, headed for one more tardy slip, while our fearless leader heads off to high school.....