If you want to make sure I am in a horrible mood, make me late. Seriously, being late stresses me to the max. My husband, on the other hand, takes event starting times as a suggestion...some amorpheous roundabout perhaps maybe. Me? Nope. 1:00 means be there by 12:55.
To make matters worse, my husband has poor vision and isn't able to read street signs until he's on top of them, so he is very literally THE KING OF U-TURNS. So, he should leave extra early to account for getting lost, which is an inevitability. He will not.
Talk about opposite ends of the spectrum! So, poor Zay was picked up today almost 30 minutes late for a party. Embarrassing??? You bet. I love him. I love that he went to pick her up from strangers (to him) so that I didn't have to turn right around from dropping her off to go pick her up, but why, oh why, does he insist on not only not giving himself extra time, but leaving LATE!? I'm praying Zélie wasn't freaked out. She's very sensitive and I worry about her getting traumatized. It's scary to be left after everyone else is long, long gone.
I'm typing this out, not to dis my beloved, but so that I don't rant and rave like a lunatic when he gets home. What's done is done. He's a grown up and hopefully he's learned a lesson here...or I will have to do all the picking up and dropping off from now on!!
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You and Chris sound exactly like me and Mike. If something starts at 3, Mike starts getting ready at 2:30 and leaves the house at 3:15. He gets lost, not because he can't see, but because he doesn't know his way around (why he now has a TomTom). I OTOH am painfully punctual, to the point of being 15-30 minutes early and sitting in the parking lot until it's time for whatever. I *hate* being late. It makes me crazy.
Funny how opposites attract, eh?
SCARY...my marriage is 100% the same. Matt does that same thing. The starting time? A mere suggestion. Me? 15 minutes early to EVERYTHING. I get sweaty and marginally psychotic if I even think that I might be late.
Tell poor Chris he's not alone... I am invariably late, mostly because I am ready but the kids cannot find a shoe or their jacket as we walk out the door. I have to start organizing way early and learn to bring my iPod to keep me entertained while I wait!
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