My sisters and friends without kids wonder why I am always late. This is a combination of my inability to manage my time, a procrastination gene I inherited from my moms side, and the fact I have two kids. Dexter always laughs when he sees my calendar. "Really Vicki, you are going to the gym and a meeting at 10:30 tomorrow?" Ooops. And I don't remember a week growing up when I was on time to school every single day. It really has made a lasting impression.
And the last reason I'm always late is my kids. They are so sweet and cute and hard to get ready in the mornings. I have to allow 2 hours to get the three of us out the door without a fit pitched by any of us (yes, me included).
And Mimi asks me why? Well Mimi, try this and see if it answers your question.
1. Buy an octopus and a small bag made out of loose mesh.
2. Attempt to put the octopus into the bag so that none of the arms hang out.
3. Once step 2 is complete spill milk, coffee or whatever you normally have for breakfast on it (and yourself) and then start all over.
Time allowed for this - all morning.
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