This confession is short and not-so-sweet. Now that I have children, I run late. It's not ever because of the children that I'm running late, it's because of the children that I run late. This might not make sense yet, so read on.
My personal sense of timing is impeccable. I know exactly when to get in the shower in order to be ready by 6:15. I know that I need to be in the car by 10:38 in order to get to the doctor's office by 10:50. I know this. I can do this. However......
I have now realized if I get any place a little too early, I must be the sole entertainer for three children. That's a tough job some days. I would rather walk in late somewhere, possibly causing others to be frustrated, than to have to put on a dog-and-pony show for my Trio of Fun (as I affectionately call them) while we wait for Activity XYZ to begin.
If you're the type that is okay with wrangling the herd while you wait, wait, wait, then good for you. I'll be at home, making another cup of coffee in my Keurig. I'll see you when I get there.