All week I've been running late.
Waking the kids too late.
Not enough time in the mornings.
Getting ready to go, then coming out to the kitchen to see that I'm late!
Late to get Little Man down to naps.
Late to pick up the kids.
Late to games.
What in the world? I'm usually a punctual kind of girl (barring any child-caused catastrophe, anyway).
I figured it out this morning.
Our formerly "set ahead" clock (it was 12 minutes fast) is now the REAL, ACTUAL, time.
Of course it took me all week to realize this.
Finally this morning, I asked the Coach about it. He said he was tired of using it as an excuse. So he changed it. (Should I mention that he's the one who wanted it "fast" to begin with? 15 years ago?)
In the meantime, I'm forgiving him for not mentioning it to me. And adjusting to the fact that I've lost 12 minutes somewhere.