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Early or Late?

Are you perpetually early or late?

Ironically, I am about eleven hours late getting this blog in, but I am normally an early person. At least when I'm going somewhere or have an appointment. In fact, I get antsy if we aren't going to be somewhere on time or early. I come by this from my dad who will leave 45 minutes early when going somewhere that is 10 minutes away. It is ingrained in me. However, it is not ingrained in the rest of the world. . . or my sister which goes to show you being consistently late is neither a nature or nurture issue.

When my husband and I began 'talking' before dating. You know how it is. . . you are just throwing all kinds of questions out there: Favorite music, types of movies you like, any sexual diseases not taken care of (kidding - my husband would have passed out if I casually brought that up), do you have most your teeth, and are you an early or late kind of person?

My husband's response: Well, I try to be early but it never works out.

I knew right then he was a 'later'. But, I still love him. And he comes by it naturally, too. His whole family is 'laters'. So technically, I shouldn't let it bother me if we are late to an event with them because we will still be the first people there, but it does.

Case in point, we were supposed to leave at 10:00 a.m.; it is now 10:30 a.m. He's outside somewhere with the neighbor riding his new Gator. The things that keep me calm in scenarios like this is music and writing. I have some '80's tunes playing and I've written a blog. Tada! I would color but surely we won't be so late that I could finish one of those intricate adult coloring book pages.

No use getting mad - honestly, it never makes me mad. It does however make me fidgety.

Tapping my toes with the music and fidgeting,
Audra