The bus I take into the City is the last weekday commute bus leaving from Novato. GGT decided at the beginning of March to move the departure time up by ten minutes. No big deal in the big scheme of things but in the world of the mother of an 8 year old who is NOT a morning person and whose only speeds appear to be "dawdling" and "incredibly slow," ten minutes is really a lot of time.
So yesterday morning, after asking him to move along, pick it up, move faster, get going, come on, speed up, about one million times (just an estimate) I finally exploded. I was sitting in the van, waiting, as he lollygagged his way toward the side of the van where the door was closed, rather than the side of the van where I had opened the door for him. I banged on the windshield to get his attention.
me: "Come ON - I am SO late!"
C: "Well so am I. DEAL with it."