You’re already running behind when, as you’re buckling your screaming toddler into the car, you notice he’s wearing two different types of shoes. You back over a toy on your way out of the garage, get stuck in a nightmarish traffic jam, finally drop off the kids, and wind up being the last straggler to the daily staff meeting. The boss decides to single you out as an example of people who do a poor job scheduling their mornings. And since you were late, you lost your chance to volunteer for the plum assignments and wind up being assigned to chaperone past board members during the upcoming annual meeting.