My great friend Aimee would laugh if she knew what I was doing today. She has somehow come to believe that I am this organized, totally with-it person; all of my ducks in a row, all of the rows neatly lined up and color coded, but I'm not. I try not to sweat the little things and I guess that makes me seem like I have everything all pulled together. I know that Archie would tell you differently; especially if we were discussing my "time management skills." Apparently that gene got washed away in the pool instead of making it into my DNA. Case in point, I see absolutely nothing wrong with trimming the baby's fingernails in the car, while waiting for Daddy to come out for church. He however thinks that this is a major insult to Father Time.
Anyway, back to Aimee. She gets tickled at me when I say things like:
ME: I spent 3 hours on a mid-term last night and stayed up until midnight.
HER: Really? I can't even imagine. When was it due?
ME: Next Monday.
It's not that I'm THAT organized, it's that I'm the type of gal that has to get things done ASAP. I return school notes and field trip money the very next day. I make Christmas lists in August and birthday plans right after the new year. Gift or a curse? You decide.
But today? Today I can hear her laughing as I start making Halloween costumes.
Hey! It's only 32 days away you know!