Stick your tongue out and smile

I have a problem.

This week, I have realized I miss the days when we had a tardy bell in school.  It forced me to be on time.

Scenario 1:  Thought I had plenty of time to go to the gym before my interview.  Got back from the gym and realized I had approximately 35 minutes to shower, get ready, dry and fix my ridiculously thick hair, and iron my clothes.  Doable?  Yes.  Plenty of time for a post workout peanut butter and banana smoothie right?

 Somewhere between getting the peanut butter and frozen bananas out, McKay starts his hunger cry.  I'm feeding McKay while throwing ingredients into the blender (I know I know, I used to envy those women that were able to nurse while multitasking, and now I am one of them).  Of course the magic bullet breaks and I can't get my cup out.  After I few more tries, I realize only one of our hungry stomachs will get filled.  Smoothie left in the blender, hair unfinished, I rush out the door, drop off McKay, arrive at my interview with a wrinkled shirt and only 1 minute to spare.  

Scenario 2: I Learned from my mistake from the previous day and attempted to improve.  All ready to go, I walked out of the door with time to spare only to realize my car battery is dead.  Of course it is.  Lucky for me, no one in this city speaks english and after 3 attempts to ask people from my building to help me, I gave up.  Eventually someone had compassion on me, but I arrived at my appointment much later than I was hoping to.  

Why do I do this to myself?  I can't blame it on having a baby, because I have never been the queen of being prompt.  Instead of being frazzled and rushed, I could give myself plenty of time and be way more put together.  I really don't think my time is more valuable than your time, as others say regarding lateness.    I honestly can't register that I need that much time.  I need to change my mindset.  

Now that I have publicly admitted my problem, hopefully it will make me more accountable to fix it.  Anyone have any suggestions on being prompt?

On a side note, amazingly the first scenario led to a job offer.  Somehow the director of nursing was able to look past my wrinkled shirt and frizzy hair.  

Fortunately, the little Buster gives me smiles and laughs no matter how late I am.  He has an obsession lately with sticking his tongue out and was cracking us up this morning.  

Thoughts on Love

 Lately I have been feeling incredibly happy.  While there are many contributing factors, they all point to LOVE.  

  I had someone tell me once, "you don't know what love is.  Not until you have a kid will you really know love."  That bugged me.  Who was he to make judgments on my ability to love?  At that point I concluded that I loved my husband a lot more than he loved his wife.  

Not until recently have I understood what he meant.  Having a child has made me love in a way that I did not know was possible.  Not that I love my son more than my husband, but that my love for my son has led to a much deeper love for my husband as I watch him be a father.  Both of them make me such a better person and I can't imagine life without them. 

Here is a little of what we have been up to:

Taken right before we saw the Discovery shuttle launch

Everyone keeps saying he has huge feet.  What do you think?  Is he on his way to having his Grandpa's size 15s?

Watching Shamu at Sea World

If you ever make it to South Florida you HAVE to rent a Kayak.  We finally did this last weekend and I can't believe we waited so long.  It presented a whole new world to us.  There is like a water highway in this city.  If we are here too much longer and are looking for a way to spend $500, we may have to own one of these beauties.