This is me to a T.
Hi, I'm Cheryl and I'm a Type A, Neurotic, Off Her Rocker, Crazy, psycho-scheduler.
If something is not written in pen in my Erin Condren Life Planner then it's not happening.
So sorry but it wasn't on Cher's calendar so its nonexistent.
I can not take unplanned events.
Its not pretty.
Usually when this happens I slowly start to freak out.
Meaning...panic starts to set in...."well what do you mean they will be here in an hour?" I didn't know anything about this, it wasn't on the calendar. They can't come, the house is a mess (meaning not perfect), I havent showered or put on my make up yet, I haven't napped yet either today. Well...I..."
You get the picture, I just ramble and don't let anyone say a word.
This is where hubs looks at me like I'm nuts and just sits there until I'm done.
With the look on his face, like, great here she goes again...
Then after the panic sets in my adrenaline pumps into high gear.
I am running around the house like a cartoon character on drugs.
Tidying everything up, sweating and swearing like that little old lady we all know.
Then I proceed to throw myself in the shower if time allows and plop one big fat squirt of soap on so I can