I'm ready to go

What is it taking him so long, I was thinking. We need to be there in 15 minutes and it's a 15 minute drive, why isn't he ready to go yet. I was sitting in the living room with the baby. we were both dressed with our hair done and I had makeup on. I had eaten breakfast and had fed the child also, he only has to get himself ready to go, so why wasn't he ready to go. "What are you doing", I yell. He comes out to the living room with his tie hung around his neck, no shoes on, and a toothbrush in his mouth. UGH!

I hate being late to anything. I feel that being on time is also late, so therefore I must be early. I like to leave myself time for just in case things like traffic and time to park. He liked to make a late dramatic entrance. I use to sit in the car and wait for him, thinking that perhaps it would get him more anxious to leave and he would hurry himself up, but I found that all it did was get me more upset. So now I just wait inside where it's more comfortable.

"Are you ready to leave", I ask him knowing the response I will get, but perhaps he will understand that I am using my I am annoyed with you voice.
 "i'm brushing my teeth", he says.
"well, I'm ready to go", I answer.
Another thing about me, when I say  I am ready to go, I mean that that at instance I am ready to go, that I want everyone to be walking out the door at that moment.
"Just one minute."

At this moment it is now 10 minutes 'til we need to be there. "I'm walking out the door, I'm gonna strap the baby in the car seat."
" I'll meet you downstairs in a second," he answers.

Just when I finish strapping her in, he comes downstairs. We finally leave and he drives like a maniac because he knows that I feel we are late and I think he wants to prove me wrong. We get there right on time, which like i said before, I find we are late. I do not say a word because I do not want to walk into church with a scowl. I guess I should have just been happy we got there alive the way he drives.