"Hurry Up!"

Do you ever find yourself saying this? "Just hurry up and go already!!" Well, I do it on a daily basis and not just once but a number of times. I find the minute my eyes pop open I am moving non-stop. I have had this song in my head all week long. The funny thing is I find myself doing the same mundane things everyday.

1. Make my bed/kids beds
2. Make kids breakfast
3. Pick up my house
3. Go for a walk
4. Come home finish up/fold laundry
5. Pick up my house AGAIN
6. Take shower
7. Take Taylor to swim practice
8. During that time run errands to store, etc.
9. Pick Taylor up/come home make lunch
10. Put boys to bed
11. Blog/read blogs

Well you get the picture. I won't bore you with anymore daily rituals. Why does my life have to be this way? I am sure my grandma can testify that I do this because everytime I am heading somewhere I try and call her when I am in my car of course. She always asks where are you? I always tell her "I am going to xyz" "Boy, you always are going some place," she always says. I guess that is what keeps me partly sane. I need to at least get out of my house once a day. I think my little ones need it as well. I find that when I stay home all day Weston and Luke get a little cabin feverish as do I. After all I, at least have to make a trip to get a Diet Coke at Sonic!

I tell my kids "hurry up and get in the car" or "hurry and pickup your toys we have to leave" "hurry run and go potty so that we can go__________" I am on the constant go and I really don't know why I put myself through this. I should really take the time to count how many times I use this phrase. Maybe if I made myself more conscious of it I would not say it as much. I am sure my kids and husband get so sick of me saying this. And I really don't know how I got started to be in such a hurry. Did it start when I got married? Did it start when I had kids? Did it begin in New Orleans? I really haven't pin pointed that one. However, for those of you who have never lived in the South and you are in a hurry you can just forget it. New Orleans is the slowest moving bunch out there. If you plan on ordering a fast food hamburger at Wendy's be prepared to WAIT. I am really not kidding. I think the worst is at the grocery store when you have screaming kids with you. When we lived there-- this was before you could check yourself out at the store. There were many times where I wanted to go behind the cash register myself and scan the items. And another thing you cannot pick a "right" line there. It doesn't matter they are just slow.

I am not at all knocking New Orleans because I truely love it there, but they really need to speed up the process on somethings. Okay I have rambled enough on hurrying up. Do any of you find yourself rushing through the day or am I just a little crazy?

Thanks for all of your thoughtful comments, prayers, and phone calls.
It means a lot to Doug & I. I will keep you posted when I know Dale's status.