morning
I drove my Dad to the airport this morning. He wanted to get there by six so he said that he would come by at 5:45. I am so happy that I know my Dad so well. I was up and mostly dressed by 5:35 so that when he showed up at that exact time I would be ready. Not only was dad there at that time, he had gone to bed at 8:30 last night and was up at 3 this morning. By the time he got to my house he had answered his e-mails, worked on a few projects and had two cups of coffee. I was still wandering around wondering where I took my shoes off at midnight.
I was not a rebelious teen-ager, but what rebelion I showed was almost always in procrastinating and being late. Because it drove him nuts. Unfortunately that one has backfired a bit since it has become an annoying habit.
I was not a rebelious teen-ager, but what rebelion I showed was almost always in procrastinating and being late. Because it drove him nuts. Unfortunately that one has backfired a bit since it has become an annoying habit.