Starting Over

I asked the boys to meet me at six o’clock. I sat in a chair waiting, watching the small hand on the clock. It’s now half-past six. Normally, I would call, asking where they are, reminding them that they were supposed to meet me, and when. But not today. I spoke with them twice this morning and they said they would be here by six. Last year, it took two weeks before they gained the discipline to show up to work every day, and on time. Here we are again, starting over.