I used to consider myself a punctual person. Not anymore. Dragging the kids out of bed and getting them fed and to school on time just seems impossible most mornings. I’m usually on breakfast duty while dear wife attempts to sort out which girl gets to wear the striped stockings today and who has their hair put in a pony tail first before a sororicide occurs. Then we have a breakfast, one stop on the subway plus a ten minute walk, and a defeated parent pulling the kids late to class. Again.