I was never an incredibly punctual person, but becoming a parent has put a whole new spin on my excuses for being late to meetings, school drop off, parties and appointments. As was made apparent in my “20 Momisms Translated” post, we moms have a lot in common … why should this be any different?
Back in the day, I was late because of the normal stuff, you know, my hair didn’t look just right, my alarm clock didn’t go off, there was traffic on 95. … Now, between me barely keeping my head on straight and my kids being out of their minds, my excuses look more like this:
Sorry I’m late, but …
1. My daughter’s socks hurt, or as she put it, her socks “hate her.”
2. All of a sudden, none of their shoes seemed to have a mate. NONE.
3. I couldn’t find my keys … they were in my pocket.
4. My kids were fighting over who got to sit in which seat.
5. My daughter’s fingernail was itchy.
6. My son decided to wrestle with the dog rather than simply walk out the door, so we had to roll off the fur, but I couldn’t find the lint roller, so I had to fashion one from masking tape and MacGyver it off.
7. Both my children had to make a last-minute poop.
8. It seemed like a good time for one of them to ask where babies come from.
9. There was a wardrobe malfunction that led to wet underwear and a much-needed last-minute bath.
10. My son skinned his knee walking to the car.
11. My kids got suddenly parched, which led to drinks, which led to snacks. So we’re here to meet you for lunch, but frankly, no one is hungry.
12. No one heard me say “it’s time to go,” even though I said it 20 times … at various volumes.
13. My daughter decided this would be a good time to have a meltdown over something that happened hours ago. Did I say hours? I meant days.
14. My son remembered that he forgot to do his homework.
