After a crazy (but rewarding) week at work, launching our new website (a 17 month project with Alaire’s birth delaying things) and a proposal due to FedEx by 5pm, then finally seeing my boss for a few moments at 5:30, I was late to daycare for the first time.  I sprinted the short two blocks, and upon arrival, I found Alaire in the “late train,” where the last few kids go who’s parents are running behind schedule so teachers can clean up the classrooms.  I think she was rather enjoying her ride on the late train!  At least her happy smile decreased the rating on my guilt-meter.