This morning the sun was shining, I was having an exceptionally good hair day, I ate a hearty (but healthy) breakfast, and... I was approximately 15 minutes late to work. At some jobs this might not be a big deal. But, when I am late, I have 25 teenage faces staring at me and 25 teenage bodies (the ones attached to those faces) standing outside my locked classroom drawing attention to my tardiness.
Today, not only were those 25 joys waiting for me, but the assistant principal and a handful of other teachers were also standing RIGHT in the doorway when I entered. Literally, I felt like I was playing "Red Rover" upon entering the school. Sure, it felt a bit like an exhilirating parade for a moment; but, the excitement faded as I realized the time. I was caught.
The truth is... I am late to EVERYTHING. This is weird because, in most other areas, I am incredibly organized and Type A. But I can't, for the life of me, be early anywhere.
I blame this primarily on Jeff and Addy. Back when I was a single gal, I could be called "a morning person" (gasp). But now, I have adopted the habits of my family and I.love.to.sleep. A LOT! So waking up is difficult.
I'd like to say the problem stops there, but the truth is, I usually still get up in, technically, enough time to make it to work on time. And, I wish I could say I had a million things to do in the morning but, if I'm honest with myself, I do NOTHING productive in the mornings. I drink coffee. I read (sometimes). I check email (a lot). I do NOT do reasonable things like - feed/walk my dog (she sleeps more than she sheds - I know!), dress small children (I wish!), make big breakfasts (yea right!), exercise, OR follow an extensive beauty routine. Truth be told, I could be ready for work in 25 minutes if I didn't mess around.
So, there you have it. A confession of sorts. I am chronically late with no good reason. I just needed to get that off my chest.
I think admitting that I have a problem is supposed to be half the battle. Good.
Step 2: Figuring out WHY I am tardy and HOW to fix it. (According to this little quiz, I am a willfully ignorant time trapper who tends to be messy and stressy. AHH!)
Step 3: Um... stop being tardy? One can only hope!
I think admitting that I have a problem is supposed to be half the battle. Good.
Step 2: Figuring out WHY I am tardy and HOW to fix it. (According to this little quiz, I am a willfully ignorant time trapper who tends to be messy and stressy. AHH!)
Step 3: Um... stop being tardy? One can only hope!
(And, for the record, I don't think the principal cared one bit, which makes this whole thing even more difficult to overcome.)