on being late

I was late for a La Leche League meeting last night. This caused me no little anxiety. Some people are chronically late, I am chronically early. Deep inside I feel that if I am not early, then I am late. This becomes a problem when you add other people into the equation. My best friend in High School was chronically late (sorry SD, if you're reading this. Love ya'). It got to the point where if she was supposed to pick me up at 7:15 I would tell her 7:00. It's not that she meant to be late, she just moves at a different pace. (Maybe that pace has increased living in the big city...) Now I am married to a man, who though wonderful in almost every way, has a similar inner clock to that high school friend. This is not a problem in most cases, but I have to admit, I do stress out a bit when we are trying to get out the door on time. Someone once told me that a family is only as fast as its slowest member. It's true. I can stand at the door waiting all I want, it isn't going to make anyone else move more quickly. So it seems that I am destined to go through life waiting at the door. Maybe I should learn from my slower paced loved ones and take it easy. On the other hand, maybe they should learn from me and BE ON TIME!

So, I was late last night. Although it was really no one's fault. A combination of a delayed supper and a baby who wanted to nurse longer caused me to leave later (I could have been less late by cutting the dramatics and just skipping the whole "Now I'm late I shouldn't even go" routine.) But I got there eventually and that's all that counts. I think.


In other news, we have been stood up twice by people coming to look at our house. Well, not actually stood up, because they did call to cancel. We were supposed to have someone come yesterday at 3pm and today at 1pm. Ugh.

I always think I have lots to say, but I really don't.
Ta Ta Fir Noo

ps Like the new colour scheme?