Oh to be "With It"
DH once asked his sister, while I was standing right next to him,"So, what do you think of my wife?" My SIL, generous soul that she is, said, "I think she's a with it, happenin', cool kinda gal." Really, what is she supposed to say to my face? "Actually, brother, I think your wife is a total dolt, and I'm feeling rather sorry for you that you are saddled to such a bonehead for eternity." Nevertheless, her response did make me sigh, just a bit. Oh, if only I was a With It Gal. A With It Gal wouldn't spend a half an hour cleaning out her car the night before she has to drive a carpool because if she didn't, only the driver and a small child in a car seat would be able to find a seat around the junk. With It people have clean cars all the time. A With It Gal wouldn't pull out a mildly wrinkled dress to wear to church from a partially unpacked suitcase that sat unpacked from a 2 week vacation for almost a week. With It People unpack immediately. And they don't miss the sacrament because they are 15 minutes late for church. A With It Gal doesn't lose her son in an unmade bed. I know there are With It People out there, even With It moms. I've met them. I've seen their clean cars, their sparkling kitchens, their tastefully decorated bedrooms. I've borrowed clothes from their immaculately organized closets, helped them cook in their well stocked kitchens, and admired their perfectly manicured lawns. And only a small part of them are actually crazy. The rest of them are really quite pleasant. So, With It People of the world, share your secrets. I'd love to know them. I'm dying to know them, because I'm clearly at a loss here. I sometimes feel the opposite of With It. What would that be, anyway? Without It? Losing it? One Without With? I'm sure a With It Person could tell me.