I find it only appropriate to post this… late. I also find this topic appropriate because I always run late. Almost everywhere I go. If you want me to be somewhere on time, tell me to be there 15 minutes before you want me there. It works. I swear.
I have had this trait since forever, and I would blame motherhood, but in all honesty, I ran late before I had a child.
I can trace learning this habit back to both my parents. They both ran late almost all the time everywhere they went. Hm, a pattern emerges. I wonder if they learned it from their parents.
I made it one of my goals last year to better prepare myself each night for the next day to nip this thing in the bud. I still pick sleep or internet over prepping for the next day.
So, I’m housesitting and dogsitting for the next week. I started this morning. Last week, my boss yelled at me for being late to work by 2 minutes. Yes, 2 minutes. My boss asked me to “Please get here 5 minutes early from now on.”
The house is a little farther away from work than mine, but closer to the highway. It took me 5 minutes to get to work today, and I had planned on 10. That’s right. I arrived at work 5 minutes early which gave me enough time to put my contacts in and apply blush and mascara all in time to start working… on time.
I. Love. Housesitting. Here.
