I'm late, as usual, in making my debut here in the Womb To Bloom forum. Late is a way of life for me. It's not that I plan on being late, you see, it just always happens that way. I start my day out with the full intention of being early,
every single time. Then, a fight over the last serving of the preffered cereal breaks out and somebody's angry elbow collides with the bowl. The bowl usually goes flying and ends up painting my walls a lovely shade of Frosted Flakes.
That is when I convince myself that being on time is still just as good as early. I continue toward my new goal of "on time" and pop my daily dose of Prozac to keep from flipping out about the seven screaming banshees who are hell bent on keeping my from reaching said goal.
I grab some coffee, take a mommy shower (a baby wipe applied to the armpits and female areas) and proceed to rage against the time machine. That's about when my altered time frame gets completely flushed down the toilet.
Sometimes late happens because Reed poops on the floor and Ella tries to help by smearing it around with a baby wipe. Often it is a medical emergency brought on by my little Tony Hawk wannabes and requires sutures or bandaids (yes, I'm quite the pro at home stitching jobs now.)
In any case, late always seems to rear its ugly head in my agenda, forcing me to leave my long lost friends "Early" and "On Time" to the wayside.
Although I do not love being late and frustrating the few people who have not abandoned me for my signature flakiness, I have succumbed to the fact that is is who I am now. I was not born that way and not raised to be such, but it is one of the many traits I inherited with the birth of my kids and my role as mother of many. What are the other traits, you ask? Well, you'll just have to stick around and find out!
Thanks for the welcome, Greg. I'm pleased to be accepted for my lateness and loved for the attempts at mommy greatness here at Womb To Bloom!
P.S. I love these smiley faces we can insert! Can you tell?
Welcome Kadi!
