Overwhelmed

For those of you who read this, maybe four people, I think I know what my problem is. It has got to be ME. I think it is everyone else. How can everyone else be the problem? I have been in Florida for the past week. Friday, we were late going to a football game because someone else thought what they had to do was more important than being on time. Then after the game someone else threw a fit and because of it, I was on the football bus getting in at 12:30 when I could have been home at 10:30 or 11. Then Saturday morning, I had two people lined up for tuxedo pictures. It took me over an hour to get all the backdrop and lighting set up in the kitchen. Then they both backed out. So, I packed my bags and headed home. Forty miles into the trip, I barely got a glimpse of a motorhome, like a bullet, leave the pavement of I-75, go over a ramp of sand, go flying into the trees, twist and then flip as it came to a stop. No idea what happened or how it ended. Traffic was heavy. I got home in record time stopping for gas twice and no bathroom break.
More later . . .