(Master of the Obvious here!)
I am still Type A.
I am just malfunctioning. I still have all the feelings and neuroses and desires as a Type A person. I want a clean house. I want things in order. I want to get things done. I want to do a good job at what I do. And yet......this is what happens all day, starting at 5 a.m.
By 6 p.m. the house is totally trashed. Dinner is burning. I have someone else's snot all over my shirt. It looks as though a herd (?) of monkeys barreled through the door and wreaked havoc in here. Nothing got done. Or, it got done ten times and un-done eleven times.
I am still Type A. I just have some problems with execution. They are aged 3 and 1.
Good thing they're cute.