Little Funny

I call getting out of our house, "escaping Alcatraz" because it is near impossible and then once we do finally all get through the door, SOMEONE - usually me - forgets something and has to go back in. I've decided, like my Mam, my casket will have to be wheeled in late to my funeral because I now officially live on "Mormon", "Irish", "Filipino", "Latin" whatever you wanna call it, time! We are always late and I pretty much don't even care anymore, it's part of who I am so just plan on it *sad* Anyhoooo the other morning, tearing off to school, speeding in the school zone (sssh dont tell Lucas) we get to the drop off point and the kids exit the "FUN MOBILE" and Ryan states that he has mismatched shoes on. Not a big deal - I think to myself - knowing he has two very similar vans looking shoes. It's ok, one is black the other has a red dragon on it, dont worry...you're still a good mom, people probably wont even notice! RIGHT??? ummmmm??? As I drove away the white of Ryan's right heel told me that it might be a little more obvious than I thought because he had one shoe and one flip flop on - yay for ghetto!!!!!