Lateness of a wife and the waiting of the husband_Marriage issues

Gosh we women. Poor men. They must love us or leave us.
So I had this function to attend. I was determined to arrive early. I did well for time and was rather happy with myself. All dressed in good time.
I thought I looked dapper until I walked past the mirror by the staircase and then I thought 'nope something is not right' and then I changed my mind and decided to start all over again. I started the process afresh! Searching, trying on different items, ironing all over again. To think that I started the drill all over again, in front of my bedroom mirror, standing on the tip of my toes, then turned left, right, left and right again. Then tried on with shoes, held the handbag to confirm that everything was ok. A sigh of relief! I am good.
Then down the staircase again,
I paused by the mirror, nodded my head, smacked my lips and off I went. Thank goodness.
Of course I was late to the function. And yes I was shy. And yes I swore to myself that I won't ever go late anywhere again. But I was happy to see other women come in after me. I bet they have the same routine!
That is how God created us o jare.