My name is Kim and I have a confession.

I am chronically early to things. Growing up the big running joke in my family was that my mom would be late to her own funeral. To her being 10 minutes late was the same as being early and being 30 minutes late meant that she was on time. Also, every clock she owned was set to a different time. Some clocks were fast, others were slow, all by varying degrees. It drove me nuts.

In the last 2 years I have been late to something maybe twice and I can guarantee that those were because of my husband (a.k.a the slowest man on the planet). But, in truth I have no problem being on time to things. However, the problem lies in the fact that I hate so much to be late to things, I am usually ridiculously early to them.

In my head, if I am not at least 10 minutes early, than I am late. I routinely show up to things a half an hour early. Now for some things, like the movies, I am really only inconveniencing myself. Parties are a different story. Showing up 30 minutes before the party even starts is a bit awkward. Even though I know this about myself I seem powerless to stop it.