a new leaf ( I hope...)

So, when Trey's traveling, I discovered that I blog a lot more, about a lot more random stuff, like toads and the fact that I had the hardest time with the name of a certain presidential candidate and a friendly terrorist...maybe I'll add that I also read that Joan Osborne has a new album (remember God riding a bus in What if God was One of Us? Love that tune...).

So, here's the deal. All my life I've been late. To English class. To church. To volleyball practice and I forgot to wear shoes. I won't even get into what it was like as a teacher. Ugh. Let's just say that school bells generally give me the willies. 

And yet today I was 30 minutes early to church so I could get all my gabbing out, drop off Annika, and be early to help out w/ the toddlers! 

But what really happened? I was late. Of course. I got talking, and had forgotten my phone (my only working timepiece at the moment) and scurried off when it seemed like I ought to be going. And so the toddler room was, of course, full of wailing little boys, parents patiently (but with no small amount of trepidation) waiting to send their dear little children into that mad house, and me scrambling in with Annika on one hip and diaper bags flying. Annika was soon abandoned to fend for herself as I scooped up one little bag of snot and tears and tried to make the incoming parents feel at ease. Yikes. 

I just couldn't shake the thought that if I had been there a few minutes earlier, it would have been a little prettier. Maybe not perfect (though I do tend to exude perfection everywhere I go....didn't think you'd fall for that. shucks.) but a little smoother, and at least I would know that I hadn't let anyone down. Because ultimately that's what it's about. Lateness lets down people who were counting on me, and I hate that! So I'm going to the jeweler to get my watch fixed, I'll take my beloved Moleskin planner with me everywhere, and I'll do my darnedest to keep from going dyslexic on the times. And I'll leave dishes in the sink. They can wait, but my friends shouldn't have to.

Any other ideas?

I don't think leaving me behind when you're walking me to school will work anymore...though it's beginning to work on the neighbor girl. She's finally walking w/ mom and bro instead of trailing behind! :)