Wednesday, April 18, 2012

running late--frazzled contest

I used to run late--chronically. This character flaw has actually gotten better over time, which seems statistically impossible after adding 3 kids, a dog and Mr. D to the mix, but there you have it. For about four weeks when we're still in school and in the clutches of baseball/softball/karate/soccer schedules, every second counts. And the more I'm crunched for time, the more I struggle to be on time.

And when I'm running late I can count on certain things happening to make me more late:
* sneezing a second after I've applied mascara
* the phone ringing just when I'm about to leave (and it's almost never anyone I want or need to talk to...)
* Team Testosterone suddenly cannot find Something Essential (pick a winner: shoes, baseball glove, winter coat, backpack, swimsuit, clean clothes...)
* I'll be two miles down the highway and realize I've left behind something important (money, shopping list, phone, directions, a package to mail...)
* hunger pains
* realize I've forgotten to feed/water Jax
* stormy weather is coming and the windows are open

Naturally, running late makes me feel stressed out and like a bit of a failure. This is one of the reasons I enjoyed Nicola James, the heroine in Alyssa Goodnight's novel Austentatious. As Nic slowly lets go of her control issues, she suddenly finds herself running late all the time. It's a comfort to read a book where the characters have the same daily struggles, like running late. Perfect characters grate on my last nerve, one of the enjoyable aspects of Austentatious was how no character was 100% perfect--even the hero had his flaw.



This book is the running theme all week here at Chez Green Girl. I'm giving away a copy of
Austentatious to one lucky winner. Entering my Frazzled Contest is easy--each comment in the comment box is an entry to win. That's all. I'll pick a lucky winner Monday and mail them a copy of Austentatious. It's that easy and that awesome.

Spill it, reader. What can you count on to make you run even later when you're frazzled and running late?

22 comments:

  1. Dressed, ready to go, need to pee. Again. *sigh*

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  2. It never fails that when we're running late, my husband has to make 5 million trips from the house to the car...sitting in the car each time before realizing something vital was left in the house!!! (seriously, can we not carry car keys, water bottle, cell phone, and wallet in one trip?!?)

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  3. Oh it can be almost anything...I am a teacher and my daughter goes to the same school so I am supposed to be there early...well...it works if we have lunch money, clean gym clothes, homework...etc... but my favorite frazzle is when the drive thru lane at McDonalds moves at a snails pace because ahem I need my Diet Coke!

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  4. Before children, we would get to church 40 minutes early. Every. Single. Week. This meant plenty of time to chat with friends on our way in and pray the rosary before mass started. Now, we're lucky to get to church, before the opening hymn is done. Conveniently, Veronica poops in her diaper as we're walking out the door almost every Sunday. It can never just be a wet diaper. Nope, always a huge, messy, need-to-change-her-clothes poop. I'm such a lucky mom!

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  5. My daughter. I have always been a 15-minutes-too-early person. Add my daughter to the mix, and we're late.

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  6. ...almost out the door &...ooopsie...did I take my morning pills? (mood stabilizer, antidepressant, anti-anxiety & bloodsugar-leveller ! )

    Crucial.

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  7. farmguy never fails to need something, or a cow has trouble calving, or the tractor breaks down, or......

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  8. I'm never late. Less I sound too pretentious, please understand that when I was younger I was always late, way too late to the point where it became a real problem. So I set all my clocks and watch ahead and started getting places on time to where now a few years later my clocks are all set to the correct time and I am always early. I found I had to become a creature of habit. Even a simple purse change will cause major havoc because something necessary will be left out.

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  9. I am usually 5 minutes early. It stresses me out too much to be late. I think it is easier to be on time as a sahm because I don't ever have to drive in rush hour traffic. The few times I do it reminds me how grateful I am to not have to get to work each day.

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  10. I am a chronic late-ster, but I have been working on getting better...er, earlier. I seem to always need to check one last thing before I go out the door (thermostat? windows? door open to the litter box room?).

    This book sounds good. I love characters with flaws!

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  11. My middle boy is NOT a morning person, and when I have to get him going (where's my tie? Where are my keys? Where is my homework? Where is his BRAIN??), it makes me late. Other than that I'm a chronic early bird :)

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  12. My boys make me late. In the winter they can't find the hat they want to wear, or a pair of mittens. Otherwise I'm waiting for them to go to the bathroom, or finish their game.

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  13. It's sad to admit it, but it's Amigo. He has one speed and one speed only. He can't be rushed. If I'm in a hurry, I'll get frazzled getting him to move along and then inevitably I'll forget something of my own!

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  14. I am an on-time person by nature, I guess. Not late, but not really early, either. What will make me late, however, is being ready to leave the house too early, at which point I start doing things - checking Facebook, checking my blog feed, sorting laundry, whatever - to fill the time between now and the exact minute I need to walk out the door in order to arrive at my destination exactly on time. Suddenly, I am late.

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  15. I am pretty much NEVER late--it's almost an illness with me. It's a reaction to a stepdad that ran late all the time--I hated it so much. The aversion to tardiness does lead to me drive 90 mph an hour on a regular basis as I try to stay at work as late as I can and still make it to my daughter's treatment program therapy sessions. Fortunately, 90mph in SoCal is not as fast as it would be in another state!

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  16. I'm in the 'on-time' crowd. I prefer to sit in the parking lot for 5 minutes than be late. If I'm going to an appointment at a new place I'll drive there the night before to be sure I know where I'm going. Fortunately my husband is of the same mind and our son got the same gene. I'm sure we get on the nerves of those of an opposite nature.

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  17. I am fanatically punctual, a trait I get from my German father. I have the clock in my car set one minute fast. Yes, ONE minute. It's one of my talents to be able to leave the house for multiple errands/activities and still arrive on time for the last one on the list. I understand that circumstances beyond one's control make people late, and that not everyone is as motivated as I am to be on time, but I do get mad at people who habitually keep me waiting. My sister, for example. When she comes to town, we'll make plans to get together for lunch, say, at 1:00pm and she'll keep calling me and pushing the time back--she needs to work out, she just finished her shower, she needs to check her email--until the 1:00pm lunch is sometimes pushed back to 4:00pm. I am not kidding.

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  18. Our friends used to call it "Becky-Pat" time. Add x amount of time to whatever time we said we'd be there. It used to be like, 2 hours. Seriously. It's gotten better as we've gotten older and had to be on time for things like jobs and getting the mini-me on the bus. Every clock in our house is set on a different time. I can't remember which ones are fast and which ones are slow anymore. I think the mini-me has set the one on the kitchen stove to be on time so that she is on time for the bus. She of course, aims to be punctual, but as she is our offspring, she's pretty doomed in this.

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  19. Forgetting my keys. Or my phone. I never know where I leave them.

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  20. Someone either needs to go to the bathroom or someone stinks. And so we have to unpack everyone and change diapers. Or I forget the diaper bag and a bottle. Or I can't find the keys or my phone.

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  21. Unfortunately I've reached the age where I can't blame the kids for running late, now it's become MY one-last-trip to the bathroom before leaving the house.
    'hugs from afar'

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Spill it, reader.