This morning, the kiddo was in and out of my room for shit. And then when I finally got up to log-in for work, I hear the door chime (our security system has door alerts) that it's opening (and I know it can't be DH because he's talking to the VP today about the potential promotion). It's the kiddo. His bus supposedly 'missed' him by being almost 10 min early (this was apparently confirmed by a text from one of his friends). So I have to basically rip DefConn out of bed and throw shoes on him. Thankfully, he was in thick fleece PJ's.
I run the kiddo to school. I was the asshole that cut in line, hoping I'd be able to get DefConn back home in time to get on the bus. No such luck, as we had less than 20 min when we got home and he hadn't eaten breakfast or anything. So I rush to get him ready and have to drive him to school. He was really upset about not riding the bus too.
I clocked in an hour and a half late. I have personal time, so it's NBD. But I hate using it on this shit.
It was also proof to me (and the kiddo) that he *cannot* miss the bus. I am probably going to send a nastygram to the school (I also encouraged (*TOLD*) the kiddo to go to his team office with his other friends who missed the bus to explain/advise what had happened this morning).
I stopped at Starbucks, because I deserve it...damn it. It's 63 in my house and I refuse to turn the heat on. DH is going to bitch.
I broke down and turned it on so it can kick up to at least 66 in here.
How was your morning?
(*edited* to add details for clarity