I used to be the punctual one, always arriving at least 10 minutes early. But then I became a parent, and my once orderly life transformed into a chaotic whirlwind of toys and snack breaks. Now, I have to start prepping everyone at least an hour before we need to leave, and even then, we often find ourselves arriving fashionably late. Here are the main culprits:
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My Toddler’s Fashion Show
“Daddy, I can do it!” This means I’m about to witness a pant-wrestling match that involves every possible combination of leg holes and chaotic choices. Who knew pants could be so complex? -
Inertia at Home
It’s like I live in a house where everyone is stuck in slow motion. The child without a jacket is suddenly engrossed in assembling a train set, while another is on a quest for an imaginary toy. Meanwhile, someone is sitting on the stairs with shoes in hand—literally. -
Where Are My Keys?
Let’s be honest: since becoming a parent, my brain has taken a permanent vacation. If my keys aren’t in the ignition or hanging on the hook, they might as well be on Mars. -
The “Quick” Detour
On the way out, someone remembers they left their beloved teddy bear behind, and the universe will implode if we don’t turn back. But once home, the bear is mysteriously MIA, and we’re left searching for hours instead. -
Where’s the Garage?
The garage is a magical land of forgotten toys and lost treasures that seem to captivate my kids only when we actually need to go somewhere. -
Potty Breaks Galore
Just when you think you’re ready to go, the first child suddenly needs privacy, the second needs a step stool, and the third decides they can hold it until we’re in the car—where a blowout occurs. -
Surprise Spit-Up
I didn’t notice the spit-up in my hair until I was cleaning syrup off my shirt. A wet wipe won’t cut it, so I’m stuck with a creative shampoo solution to address the smell of sour milk. -
Wardrobe Malfunctions
Just when I thought I was good to go, a mysterious poop stain appears on my shirt. You’re welcome for that delightful surprise. -
Hunger Strikes
Of course, no one ate breakfast—too busy getting lost in the chaos of putting on pants correctly. -
What Day Is It?
Let’s face it, I’m lucky if I remember your name most days, let alone what day it is. I often forget to brush my teeth until late at night.
So here I am, finally making it to your event, just in time for the leftovers. How about we call it a coffee catch-up? I know you don’t have kids, but hey, pillows are just like kids, right?
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Summary:
Life as a parent often leads to unexpected delays. From wardrobe disasters to forgotten toys, the reasons for my lateness are endless. But amidst the chaos, there’s always room for a catch-up over coffee.