Pre-Baby, I was a product of my environment when it came to time and being punctual. Picture me – the last one to be picked up from dance class, school, birthday parties – you get the idea. Having to make awkward small talk while the adult in charge kind of patiently and kind of impatiently waiting for my mother to finally arrive.
Family members knew to invite her to events an hour before they were to start with hopes that she might make it on time.
So naturally, I became charmingly neurotic about being on time. Never, EVER late. If I were to forget to set my alarm I would wake up in a panic, all teary and mortified. I would stay home from school, insisting that missing the entire day was entirely necessary to avoid the shame of being late. All clocks were set ahead. I woke up hours before I needed to be anywhere, even though my typical morning routine can be completed in less than forty minutes.
Fast forward too Post-Baby…
I usually have about forty minutes between the time my husband and baby leave for work and the time I have to be at work. Lucky for me, my job is just a quick 4 minute drive from my house. Being on time should be no problem whatsoever…
Except the second they walk out the door, I am a maniac – laundry, dishes, cleaning up what looks like it was squash at one point from the wall behind the garbage can that has been driving me nuts – cigarette break – coffee break – and before I know it, I have 2 minutes to brush my teeth and make the 4 minute drive.
Birthday parties, dinners, get togethers with friends… Always late. And I wish it were because my husband and I were caught up with one another in a romantic way (Wink wink) or because the baby was doing something so adorable we couldn’t tear our eyes away – but no. 9 times out of 10 it is because I am running in circles around the house packing, cleaning, dog-proofing….
Luckily – and I give thanks to what I imagine are “mommy hormones” that chill me out just enough to avoid a break down in a type-A, control freak fueled temper tantrum. It really doesn’t bother me. And that, folks, really creeps me out.
Now, were someone to say something, I may be inclined to glare and say something perfectly snarky about how I am a mom, a full time employee and a wife. Or think it really hard in my head.
Of all of the things that have changed with Baby, my commitment to punctuality has to be the most drastic change…