Late.

Finishing everything I wanted to and now here it is.

2a.m.

With laundry done, my house cleaned. My food premade for most of the week and my wardrobe planned.

Yes, People. I am this much of a planner. I have to be. I mean, goodness gracious. If I woke up in the morning and actually had to pick what I was going to wear … well, that would just take forever. I would stand in my closet. Staring. Just staring at my clothes and then proclaim that, I don’t have anything to wear.

So I keep a running list of what I’ve worn on what day and then during the weekend, map out attire.

The BF thinks it’s borderline obsessive. I call it efficient.

It’s just like taking the time tonight to bake my {organic, of course} chicken strips for my lunch. I throw them in with a bunch of greens and have a huge salad for lunch. During the week, it’s just one more thing that takes time to get ready at night when I don’t feel like getting it ready.

There’s nothing like being prepared ahead of time. At least, for this Taurus.

Please tell me that one of you out there identifies with this level of preparedness?