Are You Ready Yet?

Whomever said women take too long to get ready to go out have obviously never met me or my husband. Holy crap. I throw on some clean clothes, brush my hair, make-up?...what's that? Usually, I have to get five children ready - meaning - clothed, semi-clean and presentable, and hopefully with their shoes on although that point is often negotiable. Then I sit. I wait and wait sometimes for fifteen to twenty minutes in the car. I used to wait in the house but there would inevitably be some huffing which would turn into, a "What's wrong"..."Nothing"..."Are you sure?""huff"... you know the drill. So I began waiting in the car. I don't know - nor do I care - what the hell he does in that time. I do, however know that whatever he is doing could be accomplished in many fewer minutes. It's not like he has to make sure his shoes match his purse, or get his eye liner on straight for goodness sake. Shower, dress, out the door, right? And heaven forbid I am the one whose not ready first. He wouldn't let that go for a million dollars. Well, I'm ready aren't you? Believe me that doesn't happen very often! I guess I should just be happy I actually get out of my house once in awhile no matter what the circumstance.