Andale! May 25, 2008

I think its because my watch hands move faster then yours…No, its because my day has less hours than yours…No, its because your world is stuck in slow motion…..

I could only have one place to go, one task to do and I race through it as if I was going to be standing on the highest podium singing our country’s national athem. I run through Walmart throwing things in my cart as if I was trying to beat a storm and get to low level shelter. I speed through HEB as if I was on Super Market Sweep about to win a years worth of free Spam. I’ve garage saled and frantically chased the “HUGE SALE!” signs as if flea market pros were going to take all the good stuff to resell (wait that really does happen!) I get home from these whirlwind outings astonished, “wow that didn’t take long at all.” Mind you sweat is beading on my forehead.

I move so quickly through stores sometimes that employees point and say, “Ms, the bathroom is in the back left corner.” My husband has pointed out that I look crazy swinging my arms, pumping them as if I was in the last 100 meters of a race walking competition…Am I the only one in a hurry?