I'm a fan of punctuality. Of course, that doesn't always mean that I'm punctual myself. I Try to be, I do. It just doesn't always work out that way.
I understand if you're late for something. I know things can happen.
If I invite you for a party and you're late, I can deal with that. Not a big deal.
If you're supposed to take me somewhere and we're late, it's OK. I'll live.
If I'm waiting for you to give me a ride and it takes a few extra minutes for you to show up, I'll get over it.
I can deal with most anyone being late.
However . . .
When Mother Nature is late. Then we have problems!
Seriously, Mother Nature? Really? Two WHOLE DAYS late?!?! This isn't like being a few minutes late or anything. I can get over that. No, this is like, you're so freakin' late that I'm sent into freak-out mode.
This is, What the heck am I going to say to J, late! This is, am I ready for this, late! This is, I can't believe you're doing this to me right now, late!
I know two days doesn't sound like much but Mother Nature has always been faithful to me. Always. I don't know what I did to tick her off.
When she finally showed up I didn't know what to think. I had sort of resigned myself to the inevitable.
It was funny. The day before J was cleaning out our storage closet. There sat a half a pack of size one diapers left over from when the Kiddo was itty bitty. J calls me in and says "Are you ever going to use these diapers?"
What I said was "How should I know?" What I thought was "I DON'T KNOW BUT YOU BETTER KEEP THEM AROUND BECAUSE WE MIGHT BE USING THEM SOONER THAN YOU THINK!!!!"
I'm better now, Mother Nature and I have made up.
HOWEVER, the next time she decides to take a vacation she better well leave me a note or call me or something!!