However, it is not my fault. I suffer from a not so rare but very hard to recognize condition called “one-more-thingitis”. I swear; I will be up two hours before I have to walk out the door and still be late because of my “one-more-thingitis”.
I shower, get dressed, put on my face, make my bed, clean the kitchen and THEN remember my route will pass the post office where I was going to ship the package that has been sitting by my front door for a month; or pass the store I have been meaning to return a couple of items; or pass my friends house where I was planning to return some item I borrowed 6 months ago and I simply can’t let the opportunity to complete these tasks slide.
Of course, I am never sure where the packing tape is. And, I certainly have to dig through the pile of receipts to find the exact one that actually has the purchase on it. What the hell did I do with Patti’s meat thermometer?
By the time I realize I don’t have a chance of getting any of these things accomplished – oh wait I found the receipt – you guessed it; I am late once again!
Maybe I can make up some time in the commute!?! Right…..
Damn that “one-more-thingitis”!