Are you a jay-mama/jay-papa?
I'm in a hurry. Always in a hurry. The other day, when I was trying to rush around running errands during my lunch break, I dashed across busy Burnside, even though I was facing a blaring blinking red hand, signaling me to stay where I was. I wasn't through crossing the street when the cross traffic was given their green, and car almost clipped my heels as I scurried across to the other side.
It occurred to me that I think I am a chronic jaywalker. I pay little attention to the flashing red hand, but for to somewhat gauge whether I can make it across in a nick of time or not. I can't say that my habits are any better when I'm with my kids. And, I know it's awful.
I must not be the only mama-culprit to jaywalk. Do you walk, even if you're told: "Don't"?