Every day, I go from my kitchen into the garage and into my car. By the time I make it into my car, I’ve lost at least six minutes. At first, I thought this was the wee ones’ fault. You know how kids dawdle. But then I realized that this happens when I’m on my own headed to work, too.
I look at the clock in the kitchen, and it’s 6:13. I grab my stuff, put my shoes on, and by the time I turn on my car, it’s 6:22. In the grand scheme of things that’s not the biggest problem except that traffic really starts to increase after 6:15.
The worst though is on Sundays. Sunday school starts at 9:05am. The church is literally five minutes door to door. If I start getting shoes on at 8:48, that should give me plenty of time to get to Sunday School on time, right?
Or when Little Miss’s bus picks her up at 8:40 and Mister Man needs to get to daycare/kindergarten by 9am. Plenty of time, especially as he usually gets his shoes and coat on by himself so he can come outside and see Little Miss onto the bus and wave goodbye. All we have to do then is grab his backpack and her blanket and head out the door.
It’s frequently 9:02 when I’m pulling out the garage, and I can’t figure it out.
How about when I have a yoga class at 6pm on Monday nights? That’s fun because I get to fight rush hour traffic, so I always allow myself a little over a half hour to get there instead of my usual twenty minute jaunt. I get home from work a little after five and say hi to the wee ones who are usually eating dinner. I ask them how their days were, then gather my yoga mat and gym bag. I make sure to start my collecting of items by 5:14.
I turn on the car, and it’s 5:25. And by the time I make it up to the yoga studio, it’s after 6 and the class has started.
What gives? When I open the door to my garage, am I knocked unconscious by something on a daily basis for six minutes? Is there a time portal as I step through the actual portal? Do I get stuck in slow motion as I try to leave the house?
There has to be a rational explanation, right? And it couldn’t be that the clock in the kitchen is wrong. Definitely not that.