To be on time is to be 5 minutes early.  That is how I rolled before Teddy.  I was early to class.  I was early to work, I was early to lunch dates with friends.  

Then I had Teddy, he was 9 days late.  Ever since then I have struggled to regularly be on time.

Now I am that friend, the one that is always late or at least seemingly so.  The one that comes zooming in breathlessly begging for forgiveness, again.