Do you believe me?
I used to be THE most punctual person on this planet. Absolutely no exaggeration or hyperbole.
I wouldn’t just be on time, I would be early to all my appointments. Every single time. No exceptions.
So it’s hard to accept that I am now invariably late. To absolutely everything.
I seriously need to invest in one of these shirts – do you think I could get it in purple?
Last week, we had a series of play dates on consecutive days. I knew where and when we had to be for each day. I got up early enough to make it on time. Yet we were late each day.
The first day, while I did get lost on the way, I ended up leaving home late anyway after struggling to get the kids organised in time. As a result, we were 30 mins late to that one.
The second day started off out of the ordinary with my husband’s birthday. I actually took the time to cook him breakfast and was proud of my efforts before it suddenly occurred to me that Delilah should have already been at daycare. Cue massive rush and another tardy appearance, this time 20 minutes later than planned.
On the third day, I had finally learned my lesson and we were all organised early. However a rare meltdown for Matilda (caused by stress over her upcoming hair cut) led to a last minute change of plans, resulting in us being 20 minutes late, yet again.
I miss being punctual. I hate being the one who is late. For once, I want to actually be on time for something, for anything really.
I used to be a great many things before I became a parent. Apart from being punctual I was also a neat-freak. Yes, hard to believe again, but true.
Traces of my former self can still be seen at my workstation – everything is neat and tidy and symmetrical. Not a paper out of place. Files sorted out and easy to find. Completely and blessedly clutter free.
The same could not be said for my home. Apart from last Wednesday (when we had an abnormally clean and tidy house for our 6 monthly rental inspection) there is not another day where I could have honestly claimed that my house was that of a neat-freak.
My younger self would be truly horrified at what she has become.
Sure life has gotten in the way. Demands on my time have changed. Extra responsibilities have been gained.
I have to remember that I no longer just have myself to organise and care for – I have 3 little people and a husband to look after now too.
But I do look back fondly on those long ago days when I was punctual and neat. Ok, so I was probably a little anal and serious back then and possibly not as much fun as now…
But I have to admit that a piece of me misses being ever-punctual and neat and tidy!
How have you changed over the years? Do you miss the ‘old’ you?
Linking up with the wonderful Jess for IBOT – make sure you check out some of the other bloggers who have blogged this Tuesday.