Fameless Ramblings

My older daughter H. takes piano lessons on Monday nights.  They are only 1/2 hour long, so if we run late there’s almost no point to the lesson.  Lateness is an issue with me (huge understatement), so after being late for the second time in a row last Monday, I swore to myself that this week I would unfuck piano lessons. 

We got ready earlier and left on time.  We got there 1 minute before her lessons starts, which is not ideal but at least it’s on time.  I’m aiming for 5 minutes early, so I’ll work on that next week.

H.’s assessment?  “We’re on time because we started getting ready at 5 (her lesson is at 5:30).  Usually instead of leaving at 5:15 like we’re supposed to we start getting READY to leave at 5:15, so we’re late.”  Duh.  All my kids are smarter than me.  And apparently more observant of patterns. 

Ok, so I’m bad at making calls, appointments, dealing with anything that requires me to talk to people on the phone.  I think it goes back to my cold-calling days when I was in sales, and I HATED it.   Whatever the reason, I put things off day after day, and keep saying I’ll do it “tomorrow.”

I had two calls to make.  I didn’t make both of them, but I did make one—the one where I had to make a doctor’s appointment I didn’t want to deal with and have been putting off since last…July?

So while I didn’t make both of them, I’m happy I got one out of the way.  And you know what?  It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be calling.  It never is.

I know it sounds silly, but every time I walk into my pretty much spotless bathroom and see all the clear counter space and the shiny mirror, it makes me feel just a little less stressed.  Thanks for the motivation, for me and everyone else who follows you.

I was too tired last night to do dishes, but since I’ve kept them up until now, I just took care of it this morning in about 5 minutes.  Kitchen sink unfucked, and I won’t come home to a sink full of hell.  I even know what I’m making for dinner.