I'm late, I'm late
for a very important date.
No time to say hello, goodbye,
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!
Now, when I'm running late, I hear that chant in my head. Every. Time.
The sad fact is, I'm running late almost every day. Why? Because I'm a perfectionist, that is why!
I must straighten this, or fix that, before I can walk out the door. I try to leave my house immaculate whenever I go somewhere so that makes it almost impossible to get out the door on time. However, it does make coming home a joy!
In order to cope with my issues, I must at least get up two hours before work in order to accomplish everything on my mental checklist. If I'm doing a workout, then wake-up time must be moved up to three hours before time to leave.
Sadly, I still run 5 minutes late most days. I'll tell you the reason: Facebook!
I sit down at my desk to check my emails. The next thing I know, I've wandered over to Facebook and get lost in my friends' news, recipes, jokes and links they share. I scroll and scroll reading, reading, reading until all of a sudden, my eye falls upon the clock in the task-bar of my desktop and the bitter truth is plainly written there ... It's later than I thought.
I've got a plan to cure this lateness, though. I will set a timer and ... not even open up Facebook until I get home at night. Yeah, that will work.
This post was written in response to Writer's Workshop prompt 4.) Write a blog post inspired by the word: late. If you often have a problem with being late, let me know I'm not alone! Leave a comment or link up over at Kat's blog, Mama's Losin' It