landileigh’s little world

another morning of being late. i’m not a late person at all. i’m the one who shows up 10 minutes early.i live with two permanently late people. my mother was a late person. i used to tell her to be some place at 6:30 if i wanted her there at 7:00. i mean how long does it take someone to get dressed and get out the door? well, for my daughter. an hour and a half is just not enough time.

the big part of this is i cannot, for the life of me, get that child (17 years, 10 months, 14 days old) to get her butt out of bed. i start at 6:45 in the morning, that’s when my alarm goes off. i’m usually up on my own at 6:00am. then i go turn her light on, and set her alarm for 7:00. (i think she’s forgotten how to move the little switch to the right, figures it only works to the left). then her alarm goes off, it still is under the covers and back to sleep. then the morning yelling starts. “GET OUT OF BED!”, i scream. and she yells back, “I AM!” every single damn morning we do this. nothing works. i’ve done ice, water, throwing a cat on her. till i finally get her up at the last possible minute. i’m thinking of changing all the clocks in the house to get her to think she’s up later than she is.

the husband is just as bad. he has one speed, slow. the tortise has nothing on this man. he just plods along. plod, plod, plod.

my bosses are also permanently late people.

i’m beginning to think i’m on the wrong planet.