Brittney's Barefoot Bus Dash

I am pleased to announce the end of Brittney's Barefoot Bus Dash. That's it. We're through. I refuse to do it anymore. Done.
I'm thinking some of you may be a little confused right now. What is this barefoot bus dash you ask? Is it some kind of sport? Maybe an event at track and field? Well if it was, I would probably be the best at it, due to the insane amount of practice I have had. I'm pretty sure my family knows what I'm talking about. They are very familiar with this almost daily occurrence. But for those of you who have not had the pleasure of living with me, I will explain what the barefoot bus dash is. And no, it doesn't have anything to do with shoeless public transportation. It goes something like this...
Every morning, about 5 minutes after I was supposed to have left, I look at the clock. I scream. I shove my remaining breakfast down my throat. I then proceed to grab anything and everything that my frenzied brain thinks I need and shove it into my ever expanding bag. I then run out the door. That however is followed by an abrupt u-ey as I run back to get my shoes. Next is the final sprint, down the driveway, up the street and around the corner to the bus stop, shoes and bag in hand, hair flying everywhere, and sometimes the added bonus of a piece of toast hanging out of my mouth. I arrive at the bus stop just as the bus pulls up. I get on, sit down and try to control my breathing. It is usually during this time that I realize I have forgotten most of the stuff I actually needed and left my carefully made lunch (PB&J) on the table. And that is the barefoot bus dash. Sounds fun, huh?
Through out the years The Barefoot Bus Dash has taken on many forms. When I was in high school and was blessed with a vehicle to get me to school it was the grab-everything-and-chuck-it-into-the-truck relay. That sometimes required several trips. However, it has also been known as the Oh-no-I-have-choir-tonight scramble and the Snap-I'm-supposed-to-be-at-work-right-now rush.
Over the years my parents tried desperately to prevent this last minute mad scramble. It usually went like this: "BRITTNEY your going to be late again!" To which I would respond, "I MO, I juft bwruffing ma teef!"
It didn't work. But thanks for trying M&D.
Turns out the only cure was for me to move away. Now there is no constant reminders, no back up alarm clock, no one handing me my lunch as I run past. And if I miss the bus, too bad. Mum's not there to drive you anymore. Sad, but true. That is why I have resolved to be a better, more responsible, timely individual. It's getting kinda ridiculous, I must get it under control! From now on, no more late Brittney. There's too much at stake here girl. Way to much you could loose. One thing I have decided, It's not worth the extra 15 minutes of sleep. So here's to a new me. Goodbye late Brittney. Hello new and improved, always early, never misses the bus, complete with an internal alarm clock Brittney.