Mama Is Always Smug...

I hate being late when it's time to visit my son. It's like I'm letting him down or breaking a promise. Especially if it's for a trip to the park or to do something a six year old would consider fun. How do you explain that you overslept when it's something he's been looking forward to all week long?

Fortunately, that's not the case. I can't imagine waiting to do something with my dad and he shows up late... or sometimes not at all. I guess I would feel like he doesn't care. That I'm not a priority. Or how would I feel the next time I saw him? Who or what else could be more important than seeing me on Saturday afternoon?

wow.

I can't be late today.

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