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Tell him the meeting time is earlier...however much time you guys need, be it 15 or 30 minutes. I've done this with my DH and it works wonders!

@boiledpnut: Same here. I feel bad, "lying" but it is the only way. Lateness on his part has caused many a spat. If he is going to make us late, I now have to remove myself from the apartment and wait in the car to cool down and then talk about it after the fact. He HAS gotten better about it. I have explained to him that while HE doesn't see it this way, it shows me and others with whom we have obligations that he doesn't respect their or my time.

What @boiledpnut: said!

You could also just leave when you're ready, and leave him behind.

I've been standing at the door tapping my foot for 7 years now. Wagon Sr. is constantly running back in and out to get things he's forgotten. Like uh, his wallet. His cell phone. To change from his slippers to actual shoes. Seriously.

Now if he's forgotten something I say we're just going to leave anyway. A big thing was he'd always forget to put shoes on Wagon Jr.'s feet on the way out. We'd be halfway to our destination and I'd look back and there would be a sock-footed walking toddler back there. I made him buy Tiny Toms that day because I refused to go back to the house-- "I told you there's no more going back" and he has never forgotten shoes since. Haha.

I wish I knew a solution. My husband's lateness has caused some serious fights for us. I wish I had the balls to just leave him behind but he would throw a fit. It just takes him so long to get out of the house. When he was dragging his feet to get out the door to the hospital when I was in labor I seriously lost my cool.

This is my parents' biggest marriage issue and they have been otherwise happily married for 30-some years.

They read me this poem by Ogden Nash whenever I ask for advice about it.

We Don't Need to Leave Yet, Do We? Or, Yes We Do

One kind of person when catching a train always wants to allow an hour to cover the ten-block trip to the terminus,
And the other kind looks at them as if they were verminous,
And the second kind says that five minutes is plenty and will even leave one minute over for buying the tickets,
And the first kind looks at them as if they had cerebral rickets.
One kind when theater-bound sups lightly at six and hastens off to the play,
And indeed I know one such person who is so such that it frequently arrives in time for the last act of the matinee,
And the other kind sits down at eight to a meal that is positively sumptuous,
Observing cynically that an eight-thirty curtain never rises till eight-forty, an observation which is less cynical than bumptious.
And what the first kind, sitting uncomfortably in the waiting room while the train is made up in the yards, can never understand,
Is the injustice of the second kind's reaching their scat just as the train moves out, just as they had planned,
And what the second kind cannot understand as they stumble over the first kind's heel just as the footlights flash on at last
Is that the first kind doesn't feel the least bit foolish at having entered the theater before the cast.
Oh, the first kind always wants to start now and the second kind always wants to tarry,
Which wouldn't make any difference, except that each other is what they always marry.