I grocery shop on Tuesday morning. I grocery shop every Tuesday morning after carpool drop-off. I have some coffee, grab my reusable bags, and grocery shop on Tuesday morning.
Tuesday morning. Got that? Was I clear enough? :)
Tuesday morning long enough after the Sunday sale paper to make a complete grocery list.
But it's soon enough after the start of the week that I haven't run out of milk or bread. It's early enough in the day that clearance meat is available and not picked over. Since I arrive right at store opening, there is no crowd. And the cashiers are still pleasant and not exhausted yet.
Most of all, my OCD forces me to do my grocery shopping every week without fail. Tuesday morning is grocery time.
Except that, this time of year, it isn't.
My husband, once a year for a period of two to three months, works a crazy schedule at work. During that time, I have to adjust my schedule. We live outside of the city where he works and the kids attend school. We had to swap carpool schedules, so for a bit, I'll be going to the grocery store in the afternoon instead of the morning. Sometimes, I won't even be able to go on Tuesdays!
This minor change would not stress a normal person out.
But I am not normal. I make the plan, write it in my planner, and follow the plan.
If I say I'll be there at 6 p.m., I will be there at 6 p.m. If I say I am cleaning the bathroom, I am cleaning the bathroom. If I promise you the project by Friday, you will receive the project by Friday. I don't run out of milk.
But when the plan has to change, I have to remind my Type A that my Type B is something worth striving for.