Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Don't be tardy for the party...

My husband amazes me sometimes. He is the kind of laid back guy for whom deadlines and schedules have meant nothing. I am punctual to a fault. When we were dating, I remember several times when I would leave a note on my door with directions to various parties because he was so late- like two hours late. I was blinded by love and overlooked that his one major personality trait/flaw would drive me CRAZY for the next 65 years. While he has shortened his wait time, he still generally runs 15-30 minutes late for most things. I have lightened up and also tend to fudge start times so we only end up being fashionably late to functions.

Imagine my astonishment tonight when he is yelling at the kids for running late to soccer. They were actually trying to get to the fields early so the kids could play on the playground. Instead of helping get on cleats and jackets, filling water bottles, finding shin guards, getting everyone to go potty before they leave, he decided to sit in the car. That's right- he was early and so everyone (read I) had to scramble to go. Then, to top it off, when they weren't going fast enough, he got mad. Hello pot...

This is a classic example of how our kids learn from our actions. Once hubby started yelling, so did the kids. I wish I had videotaped the whole thing. He doesn't think that his example of being late for their entire lives has had any effect. Right...

He's lucky he is an amazing husband/dad in so many other ways because he'll always be tardy for the party. When the kids get married, I'm going to tell him it is happening a week before it actually occurs- then he'll be super early and prepared. Plus he'll look pretty cute sitting in his tux all week!