Not to belabor the topic, but as I said, it was Lucy’s first day of “school” today, which, by all accounts, was much like any gathering of 2-year-olds who wanted to smear themselves with finger paint. HOWEVER, I’d like to make it known that it was my morning to get up with the Lulubeans (we alternate), which meant I was up-and-at-’em just after 7am. She and I made french toast and she learned the whole “Wee Willie Winkie” poem by heart.
And where was my beloved wife? SLEEPING IN! That’s right, she didn’t get up when she was supposed to, and on our little girl’s first day of school, too! OH THE POETIC IRONY!
I was late to every day of every school in my entire life. I was late to preschool, and I was late to Dr. Kaufman’s religion seminar on the last day of my fifth year at Carolina. Chip, Jon and Bud used to call me “Mountain Time” because I was always two hours late to everything.
But HA! The tables have turned, wife! My spouse, otherwise known as Josephine Front Row, suddenly slacked. Sure, she only overslept by fifteen minutes and had already packed up the night before and they were still early to school, BUT AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED, VICTORY IS MINE!!!
Sizzle! YOU GOT BURNED!