The New Year is upon us and many of us are making New Year’s resolutions. I hate making resolutions or maybe I just hate verbalizing them. Once you say it out loud, breaking them feels all too much like failure. And that’s not what resolutions are for. They are to motivate you and encourage you to become an even better version of yourself.
But here I am, putting it out there, my resolution. In 2016, I want to be on time….most of the time.
Growing up, we were “the early family”. We were often the first to arrive at a party or dinner. We were usually one of the first people at church. I was never late. Ever. Then I had a baby. And with that came the assumption that I would always be late. I was actually good at first, the time habits that had been instilled in me for 32 years prevailing over the last minute diaper changes and nursing schedule. I must say, I did a good job of calculating all of that into the equation. Then as time went on, I began to get later and later. There are now snack bags to pack and thermoses to fill with water. There’s the coaxing to sit in the car seat. There’s the last minute potty trips (AFTER we are already strapped into the car).
It is inevitable. I send the “running late” text almost everytime I leave the house to meet someone. I am always met with extreme understanding since everyone knows it’s not so simple to pick up and go anymore. However, I don’t like it! It is out of character for me (sans the last 3 years).
So next year, I will try my best to uphold my resolution to be on time more often. However, I can’t say that my daughter will uphold it.