Tardy to say the least...

When we were stationed in New Mexico, we learned quickly how very strict the school district's rules were.
It was not easy.
If your child was late 3 times, it was considered an absence.
If your child missed school too many times, you could face jail time and a possible fine of hundreds of dollars.
Your child's absence wouldn't be 'excused' unless you had a doctor's note...period, no exceptions.
You weren't allowed to set foot in your child's classroom unless you had previously gotten yourself a background check and had proof of it.
If you needed to give your child something during the day, it was taken to them by someone else.
Ridiculous.
The Principal at Allie's school was a dictator...an awful person really. He and I didn't get along to say the least. All it took was one time of him talking nasty to Chase right in front of me, and that was all he wrote. The man was on my bad side.
I'm Irish, remember?? We don't take kindly to the offensive.

This morning, Allie was late to school. But here in Vegas, it's not as strict in Elementary school when it comes to tardy's. Allie's late often, but in my defense, Chase always has home therapy in the mornings, and it starts before Allie goes to school, so often I'm involved with the therapy that's going on that I kinda sometimes sorta maybe forget that Allie needs to be dropped off at school. She'll say to me, "Uh, mom...do I need to go to school now?" And then i realize the time. This morning was one of those mornings.
It was 8:50 and school starts at 9 and she was in Pj's and no breakfast yet. Chase and his therapist and I were in the loft putting together the train set that would be used as Chase's reward during therapy.
When i finally dropped Allie off at school, before she got out, she asked me if i would walk her to the office. I told her I couldn't because, well, i didn't look like I could face the public with my head held high if you know what i mean. Still in "sort of Pj's", why don't we call them 'casual clothes', my glasses, and no 'over the shoulder boulder holder.'
So a bit dejected, she gets out of the car, and starts walking up to the front door of the school.

As I go to drive away, i see a mom walking her kids up to the front door wearing a tank top, boxer shorts, slippers, and a towel on her head.
I look over at Allie and see her looking at this women, then Allie looks at me, rolls her eyes, and goes inside.

I think it's safe to say it would have been fine to walk Allie to the office this morning!