Late

So I’m always late to everything. Today I was late to work, late to pick my kids up, I missed the breakfast hour at all the fast food spots so that was a fail. I want to say to people, “I swear, I’m not really like this, this only started happening since I got married and got worse when I had kids!” But I know no one would believe me nor would they care. He’ll, I wouldn’t. But for a Type A personality like myself, this drives me crazy. I want to be able to accept the fact that I’m always late, to accept this new part of early childhood woes and take it in stride. But it’s a work in progress…