I’ve always been on time. In fact I’m never late and most of the time I turn up early.
I just hate being in a rush and I’ve always felt that it would reduce my effectiveness.
You know that feeling when you are late for an appointment and the universe seems to turn every traffic light red en route to your destination? It’s horrible.
But getting there on time is not always easy, for many reasons.
Sometimes we don’t estimate correctly how long it will take to get through the traffic, or how long it will take to find a parking space.
For me, these days my biggest hurdle in getting somewhere on time is two little human beings called Caitlin and Alyssa, my daughters.
From the time their eyes ping open after a night of sleep to the moment we all leave the house, nothing ever runs as smoothly as I’d like or how it did before I became a dad.
How long does it take for a three-year-old to eat breakfast?
Well I can tell you that there is no definitive answer to that because sometimes their bowl of cereal or slice of toast will be gobbled down in the blink of an eye.
But at other times it will be eaten at a leisurely pace with every mouthful enjoyed and savoured.
An unexpected spillage can make all the difference between being on time and arriving late.
I remember the time that milk was spilt down a school uniform just as we were about to leave the house.
All of a sudden, my three-year-old daughter Alyssa has become independent and likes to do as much as she can herself, like getting dressed in the morning.
This is great, except it quadruples the time it takes for the task to be completed.
When I try to guide her arm into the correct sleeve, or when I suggest that her socks are inside out, her mouth will open and out come the words ‘I can do it’.
We get there eventually.
Missing items are also often the cause for being late out of the door.
My car keys aren’t in the place where I put them, so a search begins.
But how difficult can it be to find a bright yellow school book bag? It can be very difficult, I can tell you.
And don’t get me started on shoes and trainers.
They seem to mysteriously disappear on a regular basis.
But luckily my girls have a daddy who will try to be on time no matter what hurdles get in his way.
We always manage to get to those school gates before they are slammed shut and so far I haven’t had the displeasure of signing the school’s ‘late book’.