IT doesn’t matter how organised I am, I’m never the first one ready to leave for an event.
Friday afternoon I arrived home to a very comfortable Matt, hanging out on the couch.
He had finished work early to make sure we would get to the evening’s netball and football presentation dinner on time.
We had exactly one hour before we needed to leave, so priority number one was to fly through the shower.
Within 10 minutes I was dressed and sitting in front of the mirror to do all of those annoying girly things.
I was feeling pretty pumped at this point, knowing that I might just pull this off and actually be ready on time.
About 40 minutes later, my hair and make-up were both done and I was just packing my purse and selecting my shoes.
I was feeling impressed by my effort and, finally, after a couple of gentle suggestions, Matt was in the shower 10 minutes before we needed to leave.
While he tied his shoes, I started to question my own footwear choice.
I stood reassessing my options as Matt sat in the driver’s seat with the car running.
This was not the first time that I had been left in the house, so I knew that Matt wouldn’t have locked any of the doors, and turned the lights off.
Meaning, on top of my shoe dilemma, I also had to race around and do all of those little bits and pieces.
At this point, it was five minutes after our proposed leaving time.
I was a little frustrated, but it wasn’t until I heard that loud double beep come from my driveway that my blood started to boil.
Very unimpressed, I threw on another pair of shoes and carried an alternative pair to the car.
Once I hopped in, I let Matt know his beep wasn’t effective and, instead, had made me mad.
Despite my best efforts, we were running 10 minutes late, but we did make it and had a fantastic night.
Why is it that, no matter how organised I am, Matt is always ready before me?
Until next week, keep your glasses full.