About Me


Hi there.  I’m Carolina.  Not North or South, as everyone seems to ask.  It’s a Spanish name pronounced “Caroleena”.  My mother is from Chile, though you would never know it by looking at me or hearing me speak Spanish.  To further complicate things, my husband is of German descent.  So the combination of my very Spanish first name and my very German last name is confusing to people. Some people give up altogether and just call me Carol.  I respond to almost anything.

In 2009, I became an attorney.  Time is very important to attorneys because it’s how we get paid.  So one of the first things I learned to do was use a fancy software program to record my time.  We keep track of our time in six minute increments.  Hence the name of this blog.

In 2011, I became a mother when Max was born.  His brothers, Luke and Charlie, came shortly thereafter in 2013 and 2014.  Before I knew it, I was a full-time attorney, a full-time mom and a full-time wife.  My life is now defined by time.  Bed time, bath time, nap time, meal time.  I seem always to be running out of time.  It is the commodity that my husband and I argue about more than anything– even more than money.  There just isn’t enough time.

I have noticed that the six-minute-increment phenomenon applies perfectly to my home life, as well.  The boys have six minute attention spans.  And they can’t go more than six minutes without hitting, biting or shoving each other.  Or between trips to the pantry for more food.  If there’s something I want to do, I have six minutes to do it or else it isn’t getting done.  If I’m out having drinks with my friends, I seem to get a phone call every six minutes asking when I’ll be home.

Several years ago, I started writing down all of the ridiculous (but truthful) reasons that I offered my employer for why I was late for work.  My husband put Luke in a blue shirt instead of a red one.  Tantrum.  Max wouldn’t get in the car until I acknowledged that he was born in New York City.  (He was born in Delaware.)  Tantrum.  Charlie wanted to pack my keys in his lunchbox.  Tantrum.  Over time, those #sorryiwaslateforwork posts gathered a loyal following– it pays to have a large extended family– and I received repeated requests to start a blog.

So here we are.

Andrew Wyeth, a famous 20th Century artist who hails from my neck of the woods, said about himself that he painted his life.  I was once compared to Andrew Wyeth* because I like to write my life.  The daily experiences with my kids and my husband provide better material than anything I could come up with on my own, which works out well because I am not a creative person.

So welcome.  Enjoy your stay.  I hope to see you again soon.

*Full disclosure – it was my husband who said it.