Why does there never seem to be enough time?
I don’t know about the rest of the world out there but there are weeks where I seem to have time on my hands for a brief moment and then there are weeks where I could use the 48 hour day. I’m sure even then the 48 hour day wouldn’t be enough time.
There is time needed for family and friends. Then there is time needed to clean the house and cook. There is time needed for work, work and then more work. Time is needed to go grocery shopping and make sure there is toilet paper and other such supplies. There is time needed to volunteer and give back to the community.
Then I am often told somewhere in there I need to fit time in there for me.
A couple of weeks ago I was on a roll and was able to put some time in at my scrapbooking table. This week has been multi-tasking, trying to watch my shows while cleaning or sending e-mails.
Last night I made the decision to set my alarm for the God awful hour of 4am. This way I figured I could get at least a couple of hours of work in at my desk before Adam woke up. Then when Adam wakes up I have him all morning until I leave for work because Brian needs time for a project. Then I work for 4 hours and then come home to probably more time with Adam. Somewhere in there I have to clean the bomb that went off on my main floor, squeeze in laundry and we are out of bread. Ideally I’d like to have some more time at my desk as well to work on a photo shoot I did yesterday however I feel as if when Adam goes to bed between 8 and 8:30 tonight I won’t be far behind him.
Am I the only one who seems to have an issue of managing all my responsibilities?
Oh wait – my cell just buzzed.
My mother just asked if she could take Adam for the morning.
I guess I just found myself some time.
