Bueller…Bueller… (A lesson in time-management)

Last night my son had a very first-hand experience with time-management.

And it didn’t go well.

After school yesterday we ran by the library, went home for a short time to play and have dinner, and then to the local pool for swimming lessons.  By the time we were back in the car heading home it was almost 7 p.m.

On our drive home I mentioned to Cyclone that he wasn’t going to have a ton of time to visit with his dad before it was going to be bed time, I warned him that he needed to use his time wisely, that I knew he was going to be tempted to play with the neighbors, but he really should just hangout with his dad instead.

You can’t say I didn’t warn him.

Alas, it was to no avail.

We got home and immediately there was a knock on our door.  The wild-things/our neighborhood boys were out howling at the moon and they were on our front step hoping for some time with my son, their king.

Every few minutes I would venture out to warn my son that it was, “almost time for bed.” And over and over my son would reply,

“Ok Mom, just a few more minutes.”

This went on until eventually it was time to brush our teeth and head to bed and my beautiful Cyclone-boy LOST it.

He begged us to let him “hang-out” with his dad,

We did our best to explain that this was a hard lesson, but he needed to learn how to manage his time a little bit better.

Our sweet words didn’t help much, he continued to cry, at one point he screamed, “I QUIT SCHOOL!!  I JUST WANT TO HANG-OUT WITH MY DAD!”

To which Adam countered, “But I still have to go to work. . .soooo, that doesn’t make much since.”

It wasn’t a total loss, he did eventually calm down, Adam chilled in bed with our boy for a few minutes, probably not a life changing moment for our son, but a lesson in life none the less.

Man,

I hope I’m setting a good example for him in this area.  I know I’m not the best at time-management, but I am at least attempting to improve these skills.

I try to live a pretty honest life in front of my babies.  I don’t want to hide my struggles from my kids, I figure the more open I am about these issues the more likely they are to be open with me in the future.

Right?

Please tell me that will work!

I guess, if nothing else, sharing my time-management struggles with my kids should at least encourage me to do better.

Right?

Come on. . . at least tell me that one will work.

Anyone?

Bueller?

I’ve heard one of the most important steps of leadership is “living it”.  Whatever your passion or purpose, whatever your particular agenda is, you have to “live it” in order to be an effective, and credible leader.

This morning I woke up late, I did not work out, I ran my son to school, got distracted with the recycling and picking up the kitchen, only to realize that I’d forgotten about a staff day at church and ran out the door without taking a shower or changing into fresh clothing.

That was not good time management.

Maybe my son learns it from me

…but hopefully he will learn a little self-discipline from me as well.

I’m living it, failures and mistakes, out loud–right in front of them.

I’m being as transparent as I possibly can so that they recognize that not everything comes easily to me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t strive for better.

And it IS going to work . . . right?

Right?

Bueller??

(While we are on the subject of good leadership, Ladies and Gentlemen, Ferris Bueller.  The man who taught me everything I know about time-management.)

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