Frantic

I have this phobia about being late. It started when I was shy. When you are late, everyone turns around to see who came in. A vision from Hell itself. But as I grew up, it became its own animal. I hate being late. Hate it. So, this week has been difficult for me. And it's a good thing I'm not prone to ulcers, because I would have quite a collection.

Take today. After practically begging (another thing I HATE) for help from several of Josh's family members, I was left with the option of showing up halfway through the practice or bringing Grant and Abbie with me. That's the headache I woke up with today. Fortunately, a friend of ours has volunteered to watch the kids until Josh can fetch them. He lives in Lake St. Louis, but has moved since I saw him last. His son is still a baby, but that will be great for my kids. They love babies. They have a big dog, which will be a small problem for Abbie, but on the whole, I am so relieved that I am willing to work with all kinds of difficulty. So...hopefully not late tonight. I can drop them off after 4:30, so I'll miss the loading, but it's the best I can do.

My new issue is Saturday. My mom is coming to get the kids at 8am. Then, we are going to grab Eddie and head to the garden. I am SO worried that I won't get there in time to be "on time". I've seriously almost cried over this lateness thing this week. When this weekend is over, I don't even know what I'm going to do.

But-I'm doing okay with getting ready, I hope. I've set out my uniform stuff and some clothes. I packed clothes for the kids' trip to my mom's, and washed and ironed my happi and wrote down directions to the garden from here.... I still need to do Abbie's hair, and get them an early dinner and call Johnny for directions to the new place.

I got a notice in the mail that one of my bills was late. I called, as usual, armed with the check number, etc., but couldn't resolve anything because Josh hadn't included my name on the account. Grr. So I had to call him at work and give him all the information. Then he called and said it was all fine. But I'm annoyed that I couldn't get it done, ya know?

Well, now I am off to get the kids fed and ready to go visiting. See you after all the festival-ing!