Beam Me Up Scottie

I am at a total loss.  I honestly make every attempt to be on time, but it just never seems to happen!  I am convinced that some sort of a time warp exists between my kitchen and my car.  This morning I left to take the dog to the veterinarian.  It is a fifteen minute drive from our house, maybe twenty on a bad day.  The grandkids were already dressed, they had eaten breakfast and we were golden!  A full thirty minutes ahead of time, I started to get everyone in the car.  What could go wrong, right?

Well, the baby's new car seat was not properly secured in my car.  If you have ever tried to secure one of these things, you already know that it is a physical and mental impossibility.  Straps won't move, I can't get it to lean back, I need to loosen the straps, straps won't move, I need to tighten the straps, straps won't move. . . . And so it goes.  I get both boys in the car and run in for the dogs.  Six of them are secured in their "rooms" and the one going to the vet is lounging comfortably on my bed.  He is older and cannot jump into my jeep, so I have to lift all fifty plus pounds of him.  Thank God I didn't bother to dress up, because right at this point I am a disheveled mess. But we are in and ready to go.  I was pretty efficient, right?  Um, it is now 8 minutes to appointment time.  Not again!!!  I check every watch available to me, maybe the clocks are wrong.  No such luck. 

Well we, get there the usual and customary ten minutes late.  We get through the appointment and I realize that I have forgotten items for banking at home.  Oh God!  This means that I will have to do this crazy routine yet again this afternoon, but never fear at least there is no appointment scheduled, except for getting Max off the school bus.  Hmm, if I am late for that, they will just keep her and take her back to school. . . . no, that will not do.  Maybe if I start now, I can be on time.

I think that years ago, Star Trek had the right idea.  No travel time, just beam me up Scottie.  Perfect!  I would never be late again!  Except that the technology doesn't exist (which means the Technology Dragon is now getting the best of me in new ways) and if it did, I would probably trip on my way into the transporter, and only half of me would arrive on time. 

The real kicker is that Doc got home from work early and wondered what I had done all morning!

I have actually given my kids instructions when I die about this.  They can set the time of the funeral whenever they want, but if it doesn't begin at least ten minutes late, no one who knows me will believe that it is really me!  Oh well, forgive me for always running late!  And I simply pray that God will be patient and wait for my arrival, but then again, it could be the first time ever that I am on time!  Have a blessed week and just keep trying.