Since I had my third child I seem to find it almost impossible to get out of the door in a set timeframe. No matter how hard I try, or how organised I am in advance, I always seem to be rushing around and running late. It doesn’t seem to matter how far in advance of my decided departure time I begin the process of getting ready. It doesn’t seem to make any difference.
If I’m doing well and we are all washed, dressed, fed and organised before it’s time to leave; something unexpected always happens to prevent us going and to make us late. Even if by some miracle we arrive at the destination on time, we have been running behind schedule at some point in the proceedings.
Take today, for example. I had arranged to meet some friends from work for a catch-up lunch, as we are off on holiday just now. I knew it would be an operation to organise the kids and get myself ready before dropping them at my mum’s and getting to our arranged meeting point. I started early, with plenty of time to get everything done and have some spare time left in case anything happened. It turns out it was still not to be.
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