http://www.bakersfieldvoice.com/home/Blog/heatherijames/25012 &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My husband and I have a nice little schedule going on with our work schedules.&nbsp;Since I only work for a couple of hours in the early morning, he has taken a&nbsp;shift at his job that allows him to go in at eleven in the morning, well after I get home from my job.&nbsp;Needless to say, he&rsquo;s in charge of our two little guys while I am at work.&nbsp;Charles, well, Charles has what I like to call&hellip;um&hellip;a punctuality problem.&nbsp;Myself, being the polar opposite, figure I&rsquo;m late if I&rsquo;m later than five minutes early.&nbsp;Let&rsquo;s just leave it at it being an ongoing marital issue.&nbsp;At any rate, the one thing I don&rsquo;t let slide in regards to his un-timeliness is making our son late for school, (even if it is only pre-school.)&nbsp; I let a lot of the lollygagging slide, but making Ethan late to school ruffles my feathers.&nbsp;I have to take Charles&rsquo; word on their promptness because I&rsquo;m not even home when they leave for school.&nbsp;But today, today, Momma got home early.&nbsp;It was 9:27 a.m. and I turned onto our street being absolutely sure my house would be empty as school starts at 9:30 a.m.&nbsp;Much to my chagrin, I see my husband and son racing into the car, and upon seeing me, my husband put on that &ldquo;Oh crap!&rdquo; face.&nbsp;When the cat&rsquo;s away&hellip;. No lecture.&nbsp;I simply told him I wanted a detailed, and written, account of what they did in the morning since I had woken them up two and half hours earlier, giving them plenty of time to get ready and be on time.&nbsp;This was not the first time I had come home early and found them still at home and I was genuinely curious where the breakdown had occurred.&nbsp;Following, is the detailed account Charles gave me.&nbsp;Needless to say, I forgave him.&nbsp;After all, laughter heals many things.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &ldquo;You were still at home during the brushing of the teeth. &nbsp;From there . . . Oh boy, okay, let's see . . . &nbsp; I put Ethan in the shower after some chasing . . . finally!&nbsp; &nbsp; I shaved. &nbsp; I went to get Ethan's clothes, which only later turned into a minor ordeal; details&nbsp;to follow. &nbsp; While in the shower, Ethan and I did some of the normal shower activities like throwing water darts, blowing bubbles, ya know?&nbsp; The quality father &amp; son bonding we like to do in the mornings. &nbsp; We dry off. &nbsp; I start to put his clothes on.&nbsp; He sees it's the dolphin Cabo San Lucas shirt and says, &quot;Uh, no, that one's not gonna work for me, it makes my boobies hurt, it makes my boobies itchy.&quot;&nbsp; I asked him to try it again since that was last year &amp; now that he's bigger it may fit a little better now.&nbsp; He put it on and immediately said, &quot;No, it still hurts my boobies, just like it did when I was 3.&quot;&nbsp; I go get another outfit. &nbsp; I do Ethan's hair. &nbsp; I let the dogs out to potty. &nbsp; I do half of my getting ready.&nbsp;Save the other half for later. &nbsp; I get Ethan started with his breakfast. &nbsp; I play some music for Ethan to listen to. &nbsp; I let the dogs in &amp; feed them. &nbsp; I start your coffee. &nbsp; I finish getting ready. &nbsp; I make Ethan's lunch as well as my own. &nbsp; I take the dogs out to make potty again, and then put them away. &nbsp; I then remember silent little Aidan, and start realizing that he's swaddled only in his diaper &amp; in need of, well, everything. &nbsp; I get Ethan up from his never ending bowl of cereal.&nbsp; Off we go to get Aidan.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; I start to change the diaper, but decide to leave it for you since you were coming home soon anyway.&nbsp;&nbsp; It wasn't too full, so I got him dressed and put him in the car to come with us to drop Ethan off.&nbsp; &nbsp; We get in the car, and the rest&nbsp;you witnessed first hand. &nbsp; Sorry.&rdquo; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; My husband and I have a nice little schedule going on with our work schedules.&nbsp;Since I only work for a couple of hours in the early morning, he has taken a&nbsp;shift at his job that allows him to go in at eleven in the morning, well after I get home from my job.&nbsp;Needless to say, he&rsquo;s in charge of our two little guys while I am at work.&nbsp;Charles, well, Charles has what I like to call&hellip;um&hellip;a punctuality problem.&nbsp;Myself, being the polar opposite, figure I&rsquo;m late if I&rsquo;m later than five minutes early.&nbsp;Let&rsquo;s just leave it at it being an ongoing marital issue.&nbsp;At any rate, the one thing I don&rsquo;t let slide in regards to his un-timeliness is making our son late for school, (even if it is only pre-school.)&nbsp; I let a lot of the lollygagging slide, but making Ethan late to school ruffles my feathers.&nbsp;I have to take Charles&rsquo; word on their promptness because I&rsquo;m not even home when they leave for school.&nbsp;But today, today, Momma got home early.&nbsp;It was 9:27 a.m. and I turned onto our street being absolutely sure my house would be empty as school starts at 9:30 a.m.&nbsp;Much to my chagrin, I see my husband and son racing into the car, and upon seeing me, my husband put on that &ldquo;Oh crap!&rdquo; face.&nbsp;When the cat&rsquo;s away&hellip;. No lecture.&nbsp;I simply told him I wanted a detailed, and written, account of what they did in the morning since I had woken them up two and half hours earlier, giving them plenty of time to get ready and be on time.&nbsp;This was not the first time I had come home early and found them still at home and I was genuinely curious where the breakdown had occurred.&nbsp;Following, is the detailed account Charles gave me.&nbsp;Needless to say, I forgave him.&nbsp;After all, laughter heals many things.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &ldquo;You were still at home during the brushing of the teeth. &nbsp;From there . . . Oh boy, okay, let's see . . . &nbsp; I put Ethan in the shower after some chasing . . . finally!&nbsp; &nbsp; I shaved. &nbsp; I went to get Ethan's clothes, which only later turned into a minor ordeal; details&nbsp;to follow. &nbsp; While in the shower, Ethan and I did some of the normal shower activities like throwing water darts, blowing bubbles, ya know?&nbsp; The quality father &amp; son bonding we like to do in the mornings. &nbsp; We dry off. &nbsp; I start to put his clothes on.&nbsp; He sees it's the dolphin Cabo San Lucas shirt and says, &quot;Uh, no, that one's not gonna work for me, it makes my boobies hurt, it makes my boobies itchy.&quot;&nbsp; I asked him to try it again since that was last year &amp; now that he's bigger it may fit a little better now.&nbsp; He put it on and immediately said, &quot;No, it still hurts my boobies, just like it did when I was 3.&quot;&nbsp; I go get another outfit. &nbsp; I do Ethan's hair. &nbsp; I let the dogs out to potty. &nbsp; I do half of my getting ready.&nbsp;Save the other half for later. &nbsp; I get Ethan started with his breakfast. &nbsp; I play some music for Ethan to listen to. &nbsp; I let the dogs in &amp; feed them. &nbsp; I start your coffee. &nbsp; I finish getting ready. &nbsp; I make Ethan's lunch as well as my own. &nbsp; I take the dogs out to make potty again, and then put them away. &nbsp; I then remember silent little Aidan, and start realizing that he's swaddled only in his diaper &amp; in need of, well, everything. &nbsp; I get Ethan up from his never ending bowl of cereal.&nbsp; Off we go to get Aidan.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; I start to change the diaper, but decide to leave it for you since you were coming home soon anyway.&nbsp;&nbsp; It wasn't too full, so I got him dressed and put him in the car to come with us to drop Ethan off.&nbsp; &nbsp; We get in the car, and the rest&nbsp;you witnessed first hand. &nbsp; Sorry.&rdquo; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; en-us Wed, 16 Apr 2008 21:52:09 PDT <p>Thanks... I was in great need of hearing that tonight.  :)  What a precious story.  Hilarious and precious all at the same time.  </p> http://www.bakersfieldvoice.com/home/Blog/heatherijames/25012/#c_226012 http://www.bakersfieldvoice.com/home/Blog/heatherijames/25012/#c_226012 <p>Thanks... I was in great need of hearing that tonight.  :)  What a precious story.  Hilarious and precious all at the same time.  </p>