If I Were a Flower...

You know, I have always had a difficult time… with time.  Not using my time wisely, not procrastination, not the normal time issues that come from daylight savings time… but just TIME, in general.  It’s probably because it’s a number… and anything dealing with numbers just confuses the heck out of me.  This could also explain my incessant need to arrive early to EVERYTHING… because I’m never really sure if I’ve judged the clock right or not.  The sad part is that it’s not even limited to an analog clock.  Digital clocks are just as troublesome. 

To make matters worse, my husband, who is perpetually late; or as he likes to call it “on time” (which it actually is) likes to set the clocks in the bedroom five minutes off; in an effort to rush him up, I suppose.  It doesn’t work.  The only way something like that would work would be if the one needing the prodding were not aware of the adjustment.  And don’t think for a moment he’s not aware of it.  In the mornings as we ready for work, if I look over in a panic and say, “Oh no, it’s time to leave” he’s always quick to remind me that the clocks are five minutes fast.  So really, the only thing he has accomplished is sending me into an occasional panic for no reason at all.

Just today my boss had a meeting at 8:30 a.m.  It was in a building close by, so he was just going to walk over.  As he gathered his things to stroll over he asked, “What time is it?”  I said… “Quarter til”.  The look of panic on his face made me immediately second guess my answer.  It was actually a “quarter after”… or 8:15 a.m.  But in my mind… it was actually… “Quarter til 8:30" or... "Quarter til he needed to be there”.  Honestly, there are some areas in which I do excel! 

If I were a  flower... I'd be a Four O’clock... but I’d bloom at three!

Happy gardening!