One of my greatest pet peeves is tardiness.
I guess it has to do with the way I was brought up. In my Dad’s eyes, if you were on-time, you were already late. That’s why I know that when I have to meet him somewhere, I should arrive at least 5 minutes early. This has carried over into my adulthood and everyone knows that if I’m late, then it couldn’t have been avoided. I’m so adamant about not being late that I’ve been known to get myself and the girls ready an hour early than needed . . . just in case.
My husband, on the other hand, is chronically late for everything except work. I’ve never understood it and it’s caused a lot of problems in the past. I’ve never understood why he takes so long to get ready to leave the house or how he can let other people wait for him to show up. Even when he’s picking me up somewhere he’ll call and say he’s 5 minutes away when it’s more like 15. Don’t you think he would rather be honest about how far away he is rather than let the person stand there looking at their watch?
Anyway, after all these years I’ve finally figured out how to handle it. Whenever we have to go out, I allow an extra 15 minutes when I tell him what time we have to leave the house. This way we usually leave on-time and everyone is happy. As for picking me up, I just add 10 minutes to whatever time he gives me and it’s usually pretty accurate.
You find a way to make it work.
What about you? Punctual or Tardy?
Spotlight Comment by GroovyOldLady of Groovy’s Ruminations:
I am a “Get there early to find a seat and go pee before everything gets started�? sort of person. My husband is also often late, but I find it is because he perpetually underestimates how long it takes to get from hither to yon and because he never takes into account that it actually takes a few minutes to get into coats and hike downstairs and out into the garage and into the car and buckle up and open the garage door and close the garage door and finally, you know, GO.