I like routine, don't you? So nice. So predictable. So constant. I don't like EVERYTHING to be in a routine...like I hate the laundry routine, the" I don't have my homework because YOU didn't teach it to me " routine, and the "I'm broke" routine. BUT!! every morning I drive to Lilly's babysitter, --the only person to get Lilly to nap longer than an hour-- therefore getting the name of The Nap Whisperer --and most days I have a good routine. It's a good twenty minute drive and it ALWAYS includes:
The last one confuse you? Don't fret, I plan on explaining. Every morning since I've been back to work I pass a red Honda Odyssey van on my way to the Nap Whisperer. I started to notice this van on a daily basis on week two of theihategoingbacktoworkanddroppingofflillykins era. This mid forties-esque brunette woman passes me everyday going south while my journey takes me north. On the front of her van is the lovely house divided plate. I have begun to gauge my "i'm going to be lateness" based on when I see this darling woman.
As I'm turning into the nap whisperer's neighborhood= Going good you ON TIME girl, you!
Going through roundabout 2 outta 2= Still on time but ONLY if I speed on Ronald Reagan Pkwy.
As I'm rushing through roundabout 1= Ummm.....depends.End of the month? Slow down and go the speed limit and accept the lateness. Any other time? Pedal to the metal girl! Lilly, hold on to your paci!!!! Your momma is capital L*A*T*EEEE.
and then this LOVELY, RAINING, COZY, GLOOMY, Last 10 days of school, teething daughter (WOE!) MONDAY morning happened.
Today? I passed her AS. I. WAS. LEAVING. MY. HOUSE.
Yea, this teacher is ready for summer. All routines go out the sunny open breezy window then.