I have a problem.

I am always late.
Always.

I know it's a problem.
I'd like to blame this partially on genetics (my sister has the same affliction), and partially on the fact that people hold their standards too high. (Hakuna matata, I always say!)
But mostly, I just like to chalk it up to the fact that I'm only human.
At the beginning of each semester, I respectfully explain to each professor that I really do value their time in lecture, and I will give 100% of myself to them once I get to class, but I will likely not won't be on time. I cite a "hectic home life" as my typical excuse, although I'd really like to open up about my kid's insomnia problems, cleaning up inches of poo water from my bathroom floor and the basement below, and hustling a screaming shoeless 6 year old out the door before I leave for class. But I don't.

This particular morning, 2 AM looked like this:

(Apparently he was thirsty for hot chocolate, mixed to the consistency of sludge).

4 AM looked like this:

(You can't hear Travis cursing into the pillow).

And 6 AM looked like this:

Good morning kids! Time for school!

And that's just not something you can explain to your professor very well.

Let's be honest. I was late for everything before I had a kid with autism. It's just, well, I guess you can say it's my dirty little habit. Some people bite their nails, some people drink too much. I am late all the time. And the kid jumping on my head at 2 AM doesn't help anything.

Ah, but tomorrow I get to wake up very early and sneak out of the house for my day off.... At work. Bliss.