I don't think my children have grasped the concept of time management. It's not like I haven't talked about it while they were growing up.
We walk down to the bus at 7:44am to catch the bus that arrives at 7:50am.
If practice starts at 4:30, then we should be ready and in the car by 4:00.
We have done this (almost) everyday (different things and times) you would think they would understand to allow travel time to our destination.
Alex had to be at school at 5:30pm for a test and Bella had to be at dance at 6:00pm. Of course, both of these locations are in opposite directions of our house. At 5:00pm, I told Alex, "Let's go!" He said, OK. I grabbed my purse and bag (with my Handy Dandy Blog Notebook) and hopped into the car. He came downstairs and I assumed was putting his shoes on. Turns out he decided he was going to the bathroom. It takes about 10-15 minutes to get to his school (depending on traffic). This was a high traffic time since we have to drive by the train station. When he finally got into the car, I had 15 minutes to make it to his school (I made it in 11 minutes an didn't speed).
It doesn't matter how many times I tell them to allow driving time, they move at the same pace (or slower than) a snail. I really think my kids believe my car will magically transport them from our house to their desired destination in a minute.
Not sure how I can change that, except to continue my motivational talks (did someone say, YELL?) and my (daily) test on my car's horn.
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