So my husband was right. Who cares. :-) lol

When I sit back and think about how busy life is, I contemplate if it was always like this.  (??)
I mean, I remember going to school and the early wake up call from my mother, hollering up the staircase for my sister and I to, "Get up!" Always came too early.  Night time hours seemed to cruise by and before you knew you ever fell asleep, there was mom yelling up the stairs to, "Get up and get ready for school!" 

SCHOOL.  Again with the word school.  Neither my sister or I were, "Early birds," to say the least.  To this day I can honestly say, if it weren't for our kids having to get up for school, or early weekend activities, we would both sleep til 10:00 a.m.  Don't shake your head at me!  You just might too. :-) So nevertheless, we got up, we fought over who got to sit by the register pushing out heat in the early morning hours but we were up, sleepily and thus the day began.  Note I did not say, "Thus, the Busy day began."

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Who decided school should start at 8:00 a.m. or sooner?!
Who decided the work day should begin at 8:00 a.m. or sooner?! 
"Boy, I oughta!"
"If I could find out who is responsible for this or whom, I'd Kick their A#$!!!"

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So where was I? Oh yes, the busy life.  So I used to go on memory for the daily grind.  I actually used to find pride in how I could remember it all.  I knew who had to be where and when.  I knew what tomorrow's schedule was, the next days, and so forth.  We all do this.  "Bobby has practice Mon. Wed. Fri. at 3:00 p.m. Sally has dance on Tues. Wed. Thurs. at 5:15 p.m. and play practice everyday after school. Wednesday I'm at the dentist at 1:00 p.m." and so forth.  I was the best on the block for knowing my families schedule and proud of it. "Thank you."

My husband who claims to be more, "logical," uses a Huge desk calendar which he so cleverly stores atop the refrigerator.  I watch him heave that thing down, throw it on the counter and with pencil in hand, not pen mind you, pencil, he jots down this and that all while I have an early morning conversation with him.  I tell him the weeks busy schedule I have so pridefully remembered off the top of my head.  I disregard his writings, for I do not know if they have anything to do with what I am saying as he uses it for his work schedule and his weekend hunting and fishing ledger. 

That calendar has nothing to do with me.  In fact, I've never touched it, I've never written one word on it, and I find it irrelevant in my life.  Until recently. Yes, I must admit, defea....no, I can't say that word.  No, let's just say recently, I changed my mind. Lol.

The week became engorged with activities, too many to count, and as more and more were added to my, "Brain Calendar,"  I declared, "I Can't Keep UP!  UGH!"  My husband looks at me with such calm presence that I think I might choke him.  "Wanna look at my calendar?"  He grimaces, while I look at him with piercing eyes and a hint of a sarcastic stance. What's to ensue next?  Instant debate in my mind.  How do I say yes?  That would admit defeat.  How do I do this? 

     "Why would I want to look at your calendar, I have written none of these things down on, 'your,' calendar." 
      "I did!" He says so full of pride, inner peace and joy that I instantly feel sick.  

Glaring at him I say, "Fine! Give Me The Darn Calendar!"  Knowing my husband is celebrating his success silently within of course kills me.  But between you and I, I was thanking my lucky stars he wrote it all down.  All the ramblings I had so inelegantly spewed from my mouth all those various times, he had written down so neatly, going as far as to give each its own sweet line on his calendar.

Busy!  That's what I'm saying here.  Busy!  Why? Not that I like being referred to as a rat by any means, but the rat race is on and it is full out over here folks.  I talked the other day about slowing down time.  Remember.  Yeah, I'm still on that.  Lol.

I still don't understand how it all happened, the business, the high intensity of life, the stress so fluid everyday running through every person, every busy street, every busy store. I'm tired.  If things don't change, I'm afraid we are all doomed to die a very much needed death. Lol. 

Let's slow it down before we all go, "Cray, cray." As my daughter says.  I would suggest you get yourself a HUGE desk calendar for the family. (MY Idea of course) so you can find those moments to toss in the towel and forget it all. (Because after all, it's written on the calendar.)

Living in the life of the, "Fast and Furious?" Hmmmm, I think not. :-)

S.