I think I found the answer, for me anyway!
Good luck to you all!
How I did it: I really had to be hard on myself about the time I was leaving my house every morning. Whether I was all the way finished getting ready or not, I'd leave. Some mornings with wet hair or no makeup but I made it on time and mostly early every day to work for the last few months.
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My alarm didn’t go off but I still woke up today, and made it!
I’m the only one commenting here so i’ll cut it down to a weekly update…see you next friday!
I was a half hour late today. :(
Why don’t I want to get out of bed in the morning?
I made it – every day for a month, despite days with no school and many days of a mixed up routine (since I’ve been housesitting) – I’d have to say it’s worth it, because for the first time in my life I’ve gotten myself adjusted so that I’m not completely running around crazily at the last minute and then inevitably 10 minutes late.
ah – sigh of relief goes here
I was all ready to cross this one off tomorrow – a whole month in a row! Woohoo! Then today, 8:03am. Crap. The first day this month with no school for the little one but me still having to get to work – and I just wasn’t quite able to make it. Well, at least February is a short month!
nosebleed augh!
I was 20 minutes late today! Grr… and there was no one in the office when I came up. They must have thought I was not coming in or something.
nosebleed augh!
... I’m always 5 or 10 minutes late. It’s my dad, I have to get him up earlier… but even if I do, he still won’t go out the door in time.
I was almost on time this morning, but this stupid woman was outside and asking to use our cell phone. And that took up 5 good minutes. Grr! Just my luck.
nosebleed augh!
It’s usually no big deal because sometimes they don’t notice (but they usually do). And they’re starting to notice lately, so I’ve really gotta do something about this. Maybe when I can get a car and control my own time… instead of having somebody drive me there late. I feel kind of guilty when I come in late though. Why do the simplest things have to be like driving a needle through a boulder?