Am I a black banana?

Summer has arrived and I usually have it planned out almost to the hour; jam packed full of activities, free-bees, lessons, chores, play dates, journal time, etc. Yet this summer has so far been a dud for me. Yes we have had our library time, friend time, and plenty of chore time, but my organization has been somewhat askew. It started with a couple of trips to the doctor for what seemed like strep. (white spots in the back of the throat, headache, high fever, nausea, sore throat- you know the deal) but the rapid came up nothing. (I tried to call for the culture 8 times, but the doctor never reviewed it and the receptionist can't give me any info) So we waded through high temperatures for nearly 5 days and it finally subsided a bit, but still with the sore throat. So we watched movies and more movies, waiting for the gunk to be gone. I think it put me in lazy mode, because I haven't had the umph to get back into the swing of things. I haven't done any lessons; home economics, math or other wise. We just barely started working on our Father's Day Memory Book, and we haven't even found our summer journals yet. I think the only thing for my sanity has been my early morning water aerobics class. Yes, I get in the pool and get schooled by a bunch of older women, yet it gives me a lot of satisfaction and a good laugh before I have to get started on the day. But it still doesn't make up for my lack of planning. Ok, so I will let you in on my deep dark secret...I have a control issue. I like to have my forks, knives, and spoons already separated in the dishwasher, I pre-wash them all by hand in the sink first, and I am very picky about how tight the diaper has to go on my kids (it bugs me to have it too loose). I hate it when people leave cupboard doors wide open, and I enjoy flossing. I don't know what has happened to me. I used to be so carefree, and yet the older I get the pickier I realize I am. My old Bishop use to be the head gardener for the church and it seemed he related everything to plants. Once he told me that people are like fruit, they either grow sweeter or more bitter with time. My biggest fear, ladies, is that as I have become pickier, that I am becoming a life sized black banana. There you have it.