Being on time.

Since I can remember I’ve always been a bit of a fanatic with being on time.

This whole country takes the fashionably late to a new level, and it always makes me mad. I like to be on time, I strive to be on time, I hate it when people are late.

You have to get used to waiting when you live here, as most people are not as punctual, and that takes some time (pun intended) to get used to, or you never do.

It was one thing I tried to pass on, with variable success, to my interns over the years. Once I had a class where I waited for 15 minutes past the hour, none of the pupils made it, so I left. No teacher had ever done that, but the students were never late again for my class.

It’s one quality I’d love my daughter to have. For me being late is a sign of disrespect, of poor education, but I’m aware I’m in the minority here. I wish she will be too.

But I’ll have to wait a bit longer, for now we’re always failing. It’s the first time in my life I’m not in control, she is. She has her feeding times, and I cannot control those. Most of the times we still make it close enough, and people are more than willing to cut us some slack, the appointed times are now a bit more flexible. But today we have an important event, one that involves civil servants, and it’s going to be hard.

Getting everything ready to go is the easy part. Getting her ready… not so much. These appointments were usually on a first come, first served basis, you’d stand in line until your turn came, but Covid changed that and it’s now by appointment only, with a set time. They wait for no one, not even a baby. If you’re not there, you miss your slot.

I would love this system to stick around, it’s easier for people like me, unless they have babies 😊

This is day 013 of my #100DaysToOffload challenge. You can find out all about this project at 100daystooffload.com.