Still waiting

I was late again today by two minutes. I tried though. Lord knows I tried. I even got up 10 minutes early. I was still two minutes late. I blame the kids. They're usually in such a frenzy to leave on time that I tend to pace myself based on their activity. Lately though, they mosey. And the next thing you know-I'm late! There really is no easy solution. It reminds me of the time I told my ex-witchster-in-law that every time I put my coffee pot in the dishwasher, it broke. She looked at me with that odious scowl and said, "Then don't put it in the dishwasher anymore." That may have seemed like the easy solution. But all it did was cause more trouble. Because not only is hand washing more work than using the dishwasher, but the memory of that heinous creature speaking down to me was more disturbing than just having to share oxygen with her at every holiday gathering. Dumb advice is one thing. But she was making an actual attempt at condescention. Her easy solution came off more like venom spittle. Ten years later, I still haven't forgotten it. And I still put the coffee pot in the dishwasher-I just situate it differently. Which is what I need to do with the tardiness issue. I need to rearrange my schedule. If Steph is in the shower, I need to be blow drying my hair, while Leah is waking up and James is getting ready downstairs. If James is searching for his shoes, Steph is straightening her hair, and Leah is getting dressed, I should be putting the finishing touches on my makeup. And if Leah is brushing her teeth, and Stephanie is eating breakfast while James is warming up the car, I need to be walking out the door. It's like a Rubiks cube. And it has nothing to do with getting up earlier, which is actually more difficult, and exactly what that heinous bag of bitchiness would have told me to do. I really, really do want to be on time for work. I like being professional. I like to look good. And I wish upon wishes that I could be on time for getting over those things that ten years later, I'm still sore about. They say time heals everything, but I'm still waiting.