We enjoy summer. We enjoy it so much that we gravitate toward any form of water daily. We love friends. We gravitate toward them as well. I'm not sure why they like us. We're weird.

The other day, rather than rushing to get out of the house, packing lunches, getting on my kids for putting their flip flops on for the umpteenth time, I decided to photograph why it's so difficult to get out. This is why I take deep breaths as I'm backing out of my driveway...

Just as we are approaching our deadline to meet someone somewhere, Bee choses to do something naughty, which results in an extra ten minutes of discipline.

Kid accesses the "weapon basket" (keep in mind we live in the country, those are allowed around here). Kid starts his sniper moves, causing three minutes of post-sniper weapon clean-up before leaving.

Honey decides to throw a tantrum. No, this is not her cute, happy, I-am-so-precious face. This is her, "I hope the ground is soft because I am about to throw myself back upon it" face. To which she did. To which that cost us another five minutes.

Someone found the goggles, which translates to an extra six minutes of "You look like Waldo", "They're too tight, I can't breathe", and Honey's "Cheese" dialogue.

Usually it's annoying, these "delays" that happen on our way out the door. Looking through the photos, though, it sure does show me what life exists in this house.