Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Will the real time please stand up?
Hi, my name is Christie, and I am obsessive-compulsive. (Hi, Christie).
Bet you didn't know that.
Lately, I have been thinking about another facet of my ever-so-slight OCD (stop laughing). It is definitely not the worst of my many quirks, but is still something that drives the Husband a little batty. And that is the fact that I am incapable of showing up late to ANYTHING.
I think my eye just started twitching thinking about it.
It literally pains me if I am late to anything. Pains me. I just cannot be late. The Husband moans and groans every Sunday when we arrive 20 minutes early to church. But I cannot, and will not, sit in the back, so early we must be.
I have developed a bad habit of moving the time ahead on our clocks in order to trick my family into thinking they are late, thus making them rush a little more to get out the door. Imagine their delight when we get into the car, and surprise! We're not late at all. We're early. (Some in our family don't find this to be a good surprise. Cough*husband*cough).
The only problem is that now I have no idea what the real time is because I've moved every clock around by so many minutes. I have become terrified I will actually BE late when going somewhere, and so I combat that by moving the clocks MORE ahead.
I know, I need help.
Next spring, at daylight savings, do not be surprised if our clocks don't have to change at all.
Do any of you do this? Or am I standing all alone out here on my big crazy platform?
Probably. But that's all right.
At least I won't be late for all those therapy sessions I'm going to need.