A Day Late A Dollar Short

Once upon a time in a land far far away there was a girl who was always on time. Her motto was "If you are not 1o minutes early, you are late". The girl grew up and married TFOLT who did not subscribe to the silly notion that the girl held dear to her heart. TFOLT had many fine qualities but being on time was not one of them. TFOLT and the girl had many lovely children. Life got difficult especially as the children aged. Lounging in bed became norm not because those children were lazy but because 4 of them had juvenile arthritis. Mornings were difficult as joints refused to budge and move.The girl who grew up to be the mother, looked in the distant past fondly remembering when she was always on time instead of  rush, rush rush. But she was thankful that she no longer had to make the early morning daycare drop off, the hour long commute to the office, the constant shouting, "hurry up, we are late". Instead she stayed home frittering away on the couch eating bon bons subscribing to the theory that all learning in the house was done through osmosis. It was a happy house. Mornings became a thing of a distant past, as the magnificent children stayed up later and later so they could greet their father, TFOLT who worked  hard into the night building airplanes. Then one day the youngest, a fine young lady announced she wanted to supplement her learning through osmosis and take a class or two with her friends. The mother conceded as the beautiful girl had only teenage brothers to entertain her throughout the day. Then the realization came to the mother that the highers ups in the world of school required a start time of 9:30 am, practically the middle of the night for the family whose beginnings could be traced back to the mother who was a girl who held close to her heart, "you are late if you are not 10 minutes early". So the mother traded in her flowing gowns for a drill sergeant's uniform. No longer was the day greeted with peace and tranquility. Instead, one could hear the mother's shrill barking of the orders, "hurry up! We are late! No, we do not have time for braids! Did you hear me??? We are late! The comely Princess who only knew days filled with butterflies, rainbows and unicorns was soon introduce to a world of a commuter mentality. She learned to balance her coffee cup full of milk on her lap while quickly munching on her Cliff Jr. Bar while her mom whisked the carriage off to a land of higher learning all the while her mother proclaiming, "We are going to be late! We are late! What is with the lights? Why will it not turn green? Oh your class has started. We are late! ....Oh thank God, we are on time".

M&M wondering, "if we are so late why do we have time for this picture?"