Being Late

I hate being late. So very much.
Before we had the boys, I was never late.
While we had the boys, I was always on time.
Now that it's just Kate again- I cannot pull it together.
I am not the fifteen minutes early I've always been.
I am trying to figure out how this phenomenon has occurred, but I cannot, for the life of me pinpoint a root of the problem.
Hoping that a solution will rear it's head in the future... sooner rather than later would be nice :) 

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