"Sorry, we're going to be a little late..."

I thought it was bad with just the two of us but now I really understand the meaning of being strapped for time. I have always been one to hit the snooze button a few too many times; the one that can hop in the shower and be out the door in ten minutes. I am the one normally waiting for him to get ready. I no longer have the luxury of wearing out the snooze button on the alarm clock, I am a mom. The amount of time it takes to get ready with an infant is amazing and appears to be growing exponentially.

This is my new favorite excuse. Recently my Aunt was driving through town and phoned us to see if we wanted to grab breakfast. Naturally we jumped at the chance to spend some time with her. While trying to get moving and out the door we found ourselves faced with a disgusting delay. Now who would I be if I didn’t share the moment with my family? I immediately texted this picture as the explanation for our most understandable tardiness; I didn’t want to be rude as well as late. Who knew that such a cute butt could put a damper on everyone else’s appetite.