Being on time

I was about to make a post about Carson's 18 month check up to give his stats. Yes, I realize he's 19 months now, closing in on 20. I know I am late, but I am not one to be on time. Don't believe me - ask Mom, Cj, Rachel, or Heather - they can all vouch for me. This is one of Cj's BIGGEST annoyances (among the many) with me. I can't help it! I just don't think it's physically capable for me to be on time. I try my best. Even when I leave early for work, I manage to spend too much time talking to Linda and/or traffic ends up being really bad. I'm just doomed. My family has even started telling me to be somewhere 15 minutes early in the hopes that I will be on time. Wow... Am I really that bad? Often times, yes. I just get so busy and try to do too many things in a short amount of time (again - pet peeve of Cj's). I promise that I am working on this, but I guess being punctual is a virtue I was not born with, along with that whole patience thing. Maybe in my next life...