For 5 years, punctuality has been a lost word in our house. I used to be one of those people who said timeliness is next to Godliness (Substituting cleanliness, since dirt dont hurt). After my second child was born the clock became a decoration and time has had NO MEANING. seconds became hours, hours became minutes, minutes sometimes felt like an eternity.
Today I planned to leave at 8:30am. We were pulling out of the driveway at 8:30am. I wont give you the breakdown of how that happened, but I will say I have at least one child with wet pants in the back seat because I let her test her theory that she doesn’t really need to pee before we leave…
I’m still celebrating, because it means so much to the personal fiber of my selectively OCD soul. We have made progress as a tribe. Celebrate the little things.
steelemommy 