I don't get it

March 23, 2012
I don't get it.

I pick up the kids and get an ear full about, "Why are you so late, Mom? What took you so long? Did you have a meeting? I'm hungry! I want to go home!" from two whining pip squeaks. But then the second we get out the door, those two take off towards the playground. The same playground they've played on all day.

Luckily for me, a friend - whose last day happened to be today... she got a new job at the University of Utah - saw me sitting there in a heap of defeat in getting the kids to leave, and came over to chat away the hour with me.

At least I'm not the sole reason we got home late tonight.