Time is Nonsense

How many of you like wasting time? A show of hands? Am I the only one with my hand up? You see, common sense would tell you that time is money and all that yada. But that's just not true because I've never been paid for being on time somewhere. However I was still pleasantly suprised today when I managed my time wisely and readied myself and five children this morning (Yes FIVE) to leave on time. I was feeling pretty smug all the way to the highway. Point for me! Then wouldn't you know it but an extra wide load, complete with Police escort turns on to the highway in front of me. We cruised at a jolley 10miles an hour all the way to Sydney's dance class. She was 10 minutes late to a half-hour class. Grrrr. Next up was Skye's class. Her's is an hour long, so I figured I would leave her there, and drive all the way back home to get the checkbook which I had forgotten. 25 minutes back to the house, and 25 minutes back to dance. I grab a pen to fill out the check and no checks in the checkbook. None, Nada, Zilch, el Zero. Grrrrrrr. On the way home, Skye told me to stop screaming and we got into a huge debate about whether or not growling is the same thing as screaming. (definitely different) Because of my veteren wasting time status, I know how to put a positive spin on these stories. It's all about gratitude. I'm grateful for this experience because:

If I hadn't been behind Big Wide Load the whole way, I would not have been able to see random bus stop woman. Protecting herself from neither the rain, nor the sun while standing happily in the shade underneath her large umbrella; whistling I imagine.

I am grateful for the long commute back and forth for essentially nothing because now I know that my car can go for a really long way with the gas light on.

I am also grateful for being late to dance class. If I were on time, that would just set the bar higher for me next time. Where would I go from there? Show up early? ew!