So this morning my husband wakes up and looks at the clock and says "Jen, it's already 7:45". We have 9am church now that we've moved, so that meant exactly 45 minutes to get 4 children awake, fed, dressed, hair fixed, attatched in the car and leaving the house around 8:30.
Oh and I forgot that I hadn't unpacked ANY of my church clothes (maybe it was a sign I should have just rolled over in bed, instead of getting up.)
So anyone that knows me, knows that the only thing I hate more than Email Forwards, and the sound of popsicles and ice is BEING LATE. I HATE BEING LATE. I don't like when others are late, (and yes if you are late often I am judging you, I know it's wrong and I'm not supposed to, but I'm also suppose to be honest, so I'm going to stick with honesty right now and work on the judging part later)
When I think I'm going to be late, I get into panic mode that involves angermanagment issues and lots of bad feelings spewing from my body.( I'm not too good at being late, I should probably go to therapy.)
BUT this morning I Succeded, even when faced with the likleyhood of being late, I kept my cool and went into combat mode. Adam got the children fed (even if it was dry cereal they were eating out of a baggy), I located all missing church clothes and started getting the monsters dressed. We let Tommy sleep until 8:20 and then we threw some clothes on him, told him not to wet himself and sprayed water all over his hair to keep it from standing up. I forgot to put on make-up, and eat breakfast, but at least I kept my cool and we were all in the car by 8:35.
I felt on top of the world. I was quite impressed by our moves. I was not going to be late, our first day at our new Ward. We pulled up to the building and we noticed that there were only 3 cars on this side of the parking lot. We thought hmmm everyone is on the other side. Adam parked and I grabbed Larry, Moe, and Curly and started to go inside, while Adam got Preston out of the car.
Once I was inside... I looked at the clock. APPARENTLY we don't know how to tell time. We weren't there 10 minutes early. We were there an HOUR and 10 minutes early.
We walked back to the car and just laughed. It was funny. And luckily since I didn't freak out with my anger issues, I could laugh too.
- Adam and I need to learn to tell time
- If there was ever a major emergency, I could have all of my children dressed, fed and ready to evacuate within 45 minutes.