Being Late Is Not A Fashionable Trait.
The pandemic has made dependability so famous again that even ongoing maverick Rosie Green is attempting to patch her methodologies. Last week I was late two times. Once for a maths meeting with my child's guide. Once for an individual instructional meeting. The first was by an entire an hour (excuse: I misread my journal scribble), the second was by ten minutes (excuse: over-booking). Both brought about me feeling disgrace, irritation and uneasiness. Both were totally avoidable. Both completely my issue. However, they weren't my absolute bottom delay minutes. The first was feeling the loss of my special night flight since I misread the 24-hour clock (turned up at 3pm for a 13.00 flight). However, this was not even close as terrible as being so late for my girl's school get that she had been moved from the jungle gym 'assortment zone' to the school office. I turned up, sweat-soaked and pushed, to see my six-year-old little girl in isolation, distressing her nails, h