Scedule. Skedool? Skeddual?
Argh. I hate that word.
It’s not the first time I’ve lived by such a strict schedule. When my twins came home from the hospital, they weighed 4 lbs each, and had to eat every three house around the clock. (8 bottles a day X 2 = some very frazzled parents, lol.) And my daughter is on a schedule – she was born on a schedule, I don’t know where it comes from, but she’s very methodical and careful with time. She loves her new watch and is never late for school. (I can remember galloping out of the house with one shoe on and the other held under my arm, my bookbag flapping, my hairbrush in hand, rubber band in my mouth, trying to catch the school bus…)
So time and I have never really gotten along.
But now that I have this brand new super-organized schedule, I have become a different person. (not really, lol.) But I am amazed that I have not yet forgotten a class, (well, yesterday, but it was because I thought it was Sunday already) and I haven’t yet lost my mind. (trying to be very Zen about all this. Living by a watch is stressing me out, lol.)
And for a whole different subject –
Congratulations Beth and Bobby for your wedding, I heard it was sumptious and I wish I’d been there!
((((((((((((((((((((((((HUGS))))))))))))))))))))) from your Cuzzin!