I remember when I was teaching in Minnesota, I had an 8th grader named, Ashley. She was a girl who would dress all in black – down to her eyeliner and nail polish. If I would have met her when I was in middle school, I would have been completely intimidated by her. Ashley came off as one of the most confident and self-assured girls in all of eighth grade.
It’s funny what fear does to the body. Your heart rate increases, palms start to sweat, maybe your mouth goes dry.
But, then what? Do you go, full-force, at whatever it is? Or, do you freeze?
I heard the words as they were coming out of my mouth… how couldn’t they?
Would you please fold up the blankets?
Please fold the blankets and put them on the couch…
Have you folded the blankets? Please take care of them!
This was my evening.
Growing up, our birthdays were often extended to at include least the week – if not the month! So, when Brad told me he was taking me out to dinner for my birthday the weekend after my birthday, it didn’t strike me as anything out of the ordinary.
He was really excited about it, and I had just chalked it up to a new place we were trying, and maybe some time away from the kids. Until we pulled up to the restaurant and I saw a familiar face through the window.
I have never been accused of being spontaneous. I am someone who truly loves routine. Lists (and crossing off things once they’re done) make me really happy. I even created a cleaning and laundry schedule when I became Home Manager (thanks for the new title, Spence!). Yep, I’m that kind of person.
