Fashionably Late

I used to always pride myself on being on time. I think I was set on being on time everywhere I went because I was unconsciously rebelling against my always late family. Not kidding, they almost made me late to my own wedding. I thought that kind of thing only happens in movies.

But I wasn't almost late because of me...I was waiting on my mom to finish getting her hair done. *Granted this time she wasn't totally to blame...I don't think the lady doing her hair understood I was getting married in like an hour and was still wearing jeans. :)*

Now that I'm all old, grown up, responsible and everything *wink, wink* I am now the one who seems to have trouble being on time. I promise you, though, it really doesn't have anything to do with taking to long to do my hair, or applying gobs of make-up, which really isn't my thing, or trying on 100 different pairs of shoes...because really I only have like 10 pairs of shoes and I think half are flip-flops. ;)

Now it's not my mom making me miss appointments, it's my furniture climbing firstborn. It seems like I can't get out of the house, because it takes me days to get ready to go anywhere. I'm constantly being interrupted by things crashing or having to retrieve him from various pieces of furniture that have Emergency Room potential. Sometimes I'm really not sure how he got to the places he's gotten to. I've decided that I either need to get ready completely, trip to the gym and all, before Billy leaves the house in the morning, or just stay home...
...at least until Merrick is over climbing the furniture and finding new ways to get out the front door. When can I expect that to happen? Oh right, when he leaves for college. ;)