If you haven't already guessed it; that little girl is me. Yes, it seems like lately I am always late, behind, delayed, distracted or any other adverb you can think of to describe it. Please avoid saying delinquent 'cause that will make me feel bad. Despite the truthfulness of it all.
I am one who firmly believes that someone who is always late has no respect for anyone else's time. That's why - in my opinion - doctor's offices, dentist practices, the military, government offices, etc., make individuals wait because they lack respect for the person's time. That's not true for me or at least it hasn't been so now I have to rethink my position on that.
Today, for instance, I was up at 5 a.m., but I was too tired to stay up so I decided to stay in bed until my alarm went off at 5:30. I think the alarm went off, although I can't remember, but I got a wake up call from my NY BF saying, "Get up! It's 6:00!"
And so the day begins. Never mind that I needed to be on time today 'cause I had to be to the VA Hospital by 9:15. I get Andre ready on time and on the bus. The girls are already dressed before he leaves and as soon as the bus rolls away I jump into the shower. It was supposed to be a quick shower, fast moisturizing, jumping into clothes and rushing out of the door. Well, I got all of that done minus rushing out the door, looked into the mirror and my mouth fell open.
"Look at my hair!"
I rush Amareah to school, run Anna to daycare and begin my 30-45 minute drive. I get there (in about 20-25 minutes - don't ask!) and because of contruction there aren't any parking spaces so I have to sit in the valet parking line. By this time it's about 9:45. My appointment is at 10:15, but I was supposed to get blood drawn at 9:15.
Oh well... I trek on. I rush into the building - ignoring the fact that I have to potty - and rush to the lab. It's 10:00. I get finished there in record time, rush back downstairs and check in for my appointment at exactly 10:15. Wow, I think, I'm back on schedule and ready to roll.
Once finished with the doctor, I go to the transportation department to get my travel money. The line is longer than I've ever seen. I wait for about 10 minutes before it dawns on me that I won't have enough time to wait in line, get my meds at the pharmacy, wait for my car at the valet and still make it home in time to get Andre off of the bus.
I rush back to the doctor and ask for her to put in an order to have the meds mailed. Rush to the valet and can't find my hook up to get my van quicker so I wait for that. I zoom outta the parking lot only to have to stop and get gas 'cause I'm on E. Yup, really needed that gas money.
So that I don't have to go home then back out to get Amareah (I pass the head start's street on the way home), I impatiently (people are so slow!) drive to her school with minutes to spare before making it home to get Andre. Just in time.
I finally eat lunch and sit down to get this all off of my chest. Hoping that releasing it will enable my brain to relax and accomplish something with the rest of the day. Hugh GIGANTIC sigh.
A new commitment/resolution is in order for this New Year: BE ON TIME!
Off the subject note: For some reason I thought today was Tuesday, but - the bad thing is - I didn't think that the entire day. I knew my Wednesday appointment and commitments, but when I was about to post I was going to post what I often do on a Tuesday. Therefore, I don't have a Wordless Wednesday picture (Maybe something will eventually strike my fancy before the day is over) and I almost titled this post Tuesday's Theme. SIGH... I think I need a nap!