Late for Work Again? Blame the Kids!
Once again, I am bellowing names as I rush out the garage door struggling to wear my jacket with one hand and hold my handbag, lunch bag and laptop bag in the other hand.
Theo! if you don’t get into the truck right now, I am leaving you behind
Chris! Why don’t you have a mask on? Where is your tuque?
That’s it. I am going without you two. You two can spend the day home alone!.
I storm right to my vehicle, opening the passenger door with all the strength I can muster and tumbling my bags on the passenger seat. I head to the driver’s seat as I hear squeals of
Mummy, don’t leave me!
Mummy!!
This is a typical weekday scene in the Richard’s household
I love my kids, I do. But sometimes, they just drive me absolutely crazy. Especially when they make me late for work…again. They take great pleasure in watching me run around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to get them out of the door every day.
Most days, I can manage to get us all out of the house on time. But there are always those few mornings each month where everything goes wrong. The kids refuse to eat their breakfast without snickering and complaints; no child would agree on a pair of socks they like or decide the coatroom is where they want to tumble play instead of putting on their jackets. And before I know it, we’re running late. Again.
I’ve tried setting my alarm earlier, but that means I’m more tired when the kids wake up and my day is off to a grumpy start. I’ve tried going to bed earlier, but most nights, I have writing tasks to complete (such as this blog) or to work on creating new projects and follow up on others. The reality is, there are just some mornings where no matter what I do, we’re going to be late.
So instead of beating myself up about it, I’ve decided to accept it. Life with kids is unpredictable and chaotic, and that’s just how it is. Some days we’ll be on time and some days we won’t.
Sometimes I end up being the reason we are late; I either forget my phone at my bedside table, my laptop bag in my home office, and drive back home to get it or misjudge the time.
It happens to all of us, so next time you’re running late, don’t blame yourself, blame the kids! 😉
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