Diapers were flying through the air to pack the diaper bag, doors being slammed to close off the area for Mia. Everyone talking at once. Were you a fly on the wall, you would hear..
"who's got the sippy cup" "does anyone have Lovey?" "girls, don't forget your Bibles!" "did anyone feed the dog?" "Naomi did you get your Bible coloring book?" "WHY OH WHY are the wipes NEVER in the same place?" "WHO TOOK MY HAIRBRUSH AGAIN?!!?" "Maddie, you DO realize we are walking out the door?" "People, PLEASE turn out the lights, every light in this house is on...." and on and on in goes. Finally, we step out the door and onto the elevator, everyone mostly in one piece, and Jason looks at me and with all the tact in the world says,
"YOU are leaving impaired"
And I'm pretty sure he didn't mean it as a compliment...
(and can I mention here that it didn't help my case at all when we got downstairs and I had to run back up to get my phone I'd forgotten- typical....)
It is almost physically impossible for me to get to any given event on time. Something about the planning of how much time it's going to take to get our crew out the door and the estimation of how much time we should allow- something about that calculation just really never works for me.
I try. TRULY I do. Sad part is, it doesn't make it much better to say how much I try to respect my husband's desire to be on time when I seem to fail so miserably at it every time!
WHY is this so difficult for me? (and many other members of the female race I might add...) I KNOW I'm not the only one out there who struggles with this! Anybody have any tips for how to get better?
I must add that this is not a new thing for me though. It's been a struggle my whole life. I was actually suspended in high school for tardies- HA! My home room teacher lost count after 46 and decided she couldn't overlook it anymore. Bless her heart, she must have been a kindred leaving impaired soul and was trying to show me a little love!)
And poor Jason. It's not just me. He has 5 females in our house who have to get ready. Despite our best efforts, it just never all seems to come together. The girls and I often share sheepish glances while apologizing profusely to Daddy that we are once again late. This is one (of many I'm sure) area in which I am a horrible role model to our girls. So girls, do as Daddy says, not as Mommy does-
BE ON TIME!
To hear him tell it, he's been fighting this battle his entire life. We are actually not allowed to say "coming" when he asks if we're almost ready thanks to one of his younger sisters, who apparently was always "coming" as they were heading out the door but never seemed to actual come...
(funny side note, Anabelle has started saying "coming" whenever we call her. She'll stop what she's doing and say "coming" and come running. I guess it's ok for her though (at least for now) since she actually does come)
I'm thankful for my man who has likely given up on this battle but after 20 year together has not given up on me.
Keep fighting, honey. We may just get it together one of these days, and what a happy day it would be! Please know that we are trying! (even if knowing that actually makes it worse...)