― Saint Francis de Sales
Sometimes
(ok, most of the time), I feel as though I am living a hurry scurry life --
shuttling children to where they need to go, making it to meetings and events,
trying to get things done, hours and days flying by...
After-school
and weekends feel particularly harried. This morning, I was trying to get
children ready (bathed, dressed and fed) to make it to a party, violin lessons,
another party and maybe a pre-party activity.
Throw in some morning drama and everybody is mad at mom, then add torrential
rain and you have LATE!
I don't like
to be late. In fact, I truly dislike
it. I happen to think that it is rude
and unprofessional. Interestingly
enough, that does not mean that I am always punctual. Many times, it feels like a Herculean task to
arrive on time. Today, it felt positively
Sisyphean. (In Greek mythology,
Sisyphus was a king whose punishment was rolling a huge boulder up a hill, only
to watch it roll back down, and then have to roll it back up the again.)
For today to
have worked well, precision on the time front was required. And not happening. I was not worried about having one of the
children arrive late to a birthday party.
But I was concerned about being late for violin lessons. And then I received this text from the violin
teacher: "A little later will be
better here if it's more convenient for you." I nearly jumped for joy. Feeling less inadequate, I took one child to
the first party and continued on my way.
It was all going to work out, I told myself. Until -- I went too far in the wrong
direction in the torrential rain. I was
getting ready to text the teacher when she texted me. "Don't rush -- I'm here all
afternoon. I see it's raining."
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