Yeah, I’m late. Not a new experience by any means, but disconcerting despite it’s familiarity. I think I have all my ducks in a row and suddenly BAM! I don’t. And for just a moment the panic slips in and I think…it’s a blog post. No lives have been lost, no puppies have been kicked and Monday will be another opportunity to not be late…maybe.
Are you often late? Completely annoyed by people like me who fly by the seats of their very unorganized pants? Do you have legitimate reasons for running around like a chicken with your head cut off (or at least believable ones…like three young boys?) Or can you juggle whatever’s on your plate making me look completely incompetent? Come on…Time to confess.