Confession: I have a tendency to run late.
I’ve struggled with this for as long as I can remember. To Darren, it’s incomprehensible how this can be a struggle for me. Being on time to everything comes easily to him, so he looks at me and thinks, “Just . . . don’t be late.”
I wish it were that easy for me.
But I think I’ve finally figured out what’s at the core of this problem: I’m a Time Optimist. (Not to be confused with Time Lord.)
In other words, I severely underestimate how much time it will take me to get out the door. Usually my estimates of how long it will take to do certain things are based on record highs.
For instance, I have managed to be in and out of the shower in under five minutes, a few times in my life. So when I’m factoring in time for a shower, my mind automatically allots five minutes. I’m being outrageously optimistic.
In addition to assuming I can shower in five minutes, I look at the clock and think to myself, That means I’ll have ten minutes to spare! That’s enough time to throw together a dessert to bring! In reality, that task will take at least 20 minutes.
So I stack up all these things I want to get done, none of which I’m able to do in the time I think I can do them.
And then we’re late. Again.
(Let’s not even get into the complications of trying to get the kids out the door too.)
The solution that seems to work better than anything else I’ve tried is “leaving a margin.”
As I’m planning what needs to happen to get us out the door, I have to stop and consciously add a margin of 15 to 30 minutes. That way, when it takes me ten extra minutes to get dressed, fix my hair, and put on makeup, I’m simply taking time away from the margin.
Or *sigh* perhaps I’m totally crazy and neurotic about the whole issue, and just need to chill.
And seriously, who am I kidding? I hardly ever do my hair and makeup anymore.