7:40 a.m. – The time that I normally leave the house to drop the boys off at school.
7:42 a.m. – The time we got into the car this morning.
7:43 a.m. – The time that The Good One — heretofore known as The Son Formerly Known As The Good One But Based On All The Dip-&*it Stuff He’s Been Doing Lately Is Now Known As The One Whose Dingbattiness Is Getting On My Last Nerve — informed me that he had to take a sack lunch for their field trip today.
7:44 a.m. – The time I ran back into the house and packed a lunch in under a minute. It’s possible The One Whose Dingbattiness Is Getting On My Last Nerve is having a box of uncooked mac-n-cheese and a stack of post-it notes for lunch today.
Ask me if I care if he breaks a tooth on an uncooked noodle.
Hint: I do not.
8:14 a.m. – The time I got back home and contemplated putting wine in my oatmeal.