I Blame My Mom

I have no choice but to blame you....but I doooo oh so love it at the same time!

You see my mom instilled in me and my brother to be early! I'm talking really early for things. The theory is..maybe they take you early....maybe you get lost and when you find it you're on time. And it is true...some of those things happened, but I have this panic attack come over me if I'm on time. I even show up early to the movies...like 45 mins early. It drives people crazy! I like just sitting there in the dark theatre just visiting w/ur friend/or hubby waiting for the flick to start.

My brother and I would meet for lunch sometimes during the week and both show up early....and if the other one is there 1st and then one of us is a close 2nd we say "You're late" even if they are early! Sick I know.

I think it's starting to rub off on my children! I find them wanting to leave for things 30 mins b4 time etc....I'm proud, but then again I'm not!

So this morning I wake up and hubby is still in bed...he didn't set his alarm (my alarm are the kids who nudge me awake at 6:55 to come downstairs and get their breakfast started) Hubs is usually out the door at 6:20...so I figured he was tired and I'd wake him in a bit. I rush downstairs get the kids fed...them out the door by 7:30 and then I rush upstairs to shower. You see being a mommy to 4 I grab my shower 1st thing in the morning or my whole day is shot! I'm a schedule freak too...I need to be in the shower and dressed b4 heading out the door to take oldest child to middle school. Well I notice hubby still in bed and gently shake him and tell him I'm gonna jump in the shower and he can get in a minute! Well he flies out of bed shouting he's late he's late.

Me: (thoughts in head) Ok settle down...you won't be late...he can shower and you can jump in after him...you'll just have to rush a bit...all is well)

Hubs (takes his sweet time getting undressed)

Me: "here honey let me start the shower for you so it will be nice and warm...that way I can jump in after you..." (hopefully hinting to him I'm in a hurry...as usual)

Hubs (still pittle paddling)

Me: (I can feel my teeth wanting to grind....tell myself not to yell at him to hurry...b/c he'll go slower knowing I'm freaking out...stare at clock...settle it's only been 3 mins)

Hubs (gets in shower...starts washing really slowly)

Me: (omg doesn't he know he's going slow...should I bathe him myself? what is he doing....smile ...smile....it's all good...it's only been 6 mins....)

Hubs (still washing)

Me: (ok I really need to say something...we are hitting the 10 min mark. Maybe it's a test....I mean surely he sees me standing here naked trying to wait patiently.....ok now I have only 20 mins to shower and get ready and get the baby changed b4 heading out the door....I can do it I can do it. Don't say anything don't say anything.....oh nooooo)

"Honey....you gonna hurry there?" (great now you did it)

Hubs: (starts drying off...slowly....)

Me: (he must be enjoying this) Finally get in the shower and pile hair on head for a non hair wash day.....get out and downstairs w/just w/1 min to spare! Dang I'm good!

But still do you see how ridiculous this all is? I mean why on earth do I panic like that? Time is not my friend! It's a blessing and a curse I tell ya!