“Out of Time?”
My husband says that, if I were a superhero, my superhero name would be OuttaTime and my catchphrase would be, “I was going to do that, but I was out of time.” My ability to run out of time to do things is astonishing, truly worthy of superhero status.
I can ignore deadlines with astounding oblivion, I can break through scheduled meetings like an oiled freight train, I can leave someone standing out in the rain for an unconscionable amount of time.
May I introduce myself? I have four children five years of age and younger, I bake my own bread, and I aspire to be a writer, seamstress, chef, baker, Valentine card-maker, crocheter, knitter, artist, landscaper, and clean-house person and I was going to make a longer introduction, but I was…