I find more and more days go by and I haven't read an e-mail or looked at facebook, or wrote on my blog. That also means I don't make the time to sew, do crafts, or read, I will admit I read more than anything else. I find that the more time I have the less I get done.
I have friends who are always late, you have to tell them that the event is 10-20 min. early for them to show up 30 min. lat. I have others who are 5-10 min. early and always willing to lend a hand in preparations. Where do I fit...Some where in the middle.
I hate being late. I hate having every one look at you because you walk into church after the sacrament, This could be salved by not sitting in the front row every week...but them what would keep Hansom awake:). I don't like waiting for others who don't think off all they need to do and don't have time because they started to late to do all they wanted to.
I am a planer I know that when we have some where to go it will take us so long to get there and give 5 extra min. so we can walk in right on time. I know how long it takes the kids and I to get ready and what order to get ready it. I know how long dinner will take and 9 times out of 20, I said that to be funny, I have dinner on the table at 5.
I get anxious when we ...I run late or when I am behind. I start to go into super mode, you know the one where you move slow and everything rushes by...well maybe not rush, but it still moves faster than you can go no matter how fast you go. I start thinking faster, witch means I leave things out of what I am saying and have to repeat myself so many times that if I would have said it right then I would have saved 5 min. I don't like it.
onther thing, if you aren't going to be on time...call.You have a phone, if you don't sorry, use it. I worry when I know someone is supposed to be where i am and they aren't. I mean worry...I can't do much else because I know you are supposed to be with me. So call and let me know.
Sorry...I think I needed to vent.
