Nothing but time
Can someone tell me exactly where all the time goes? I mean, theoretically it's there, right?, 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week, but then somehow I find myself with more lists of Things I Didn't Do But Probably Should Have than I'd like to.
Particularly since I'm downright neurotic.
I know how to prioritize people.
So what the hell is going on? Is the answer to time in chocolate? Because I will eat chocolate if I have to in order to get things done.
Sometimes I think that it would be great to say, go for a run or do some yoga...but when is that supposed to happen exactly? In an average day I have to get Sophie ready for school (with which John is a big help, but still), get myself ready and out the door for work, be in said office for 8 hours*, run to Chelsea to recover child and bring her home*, then give her dinner and get in some time with her before bed.
We get home at about 7. She goes to bed at 8. I go to bed at 10ish...um, can someone explain to me the math that will allow for the miracle of expanding an hour into 2 or 3?
I feel totally worn out. How is a girl supposed to have time to take care of herself? Or exercise? Or shop for an engagement ring? How is a girl supposed to see her friends? Or go to movies? Or schedule playdates? For that matter, how is a girl supposed to just slow down, take it easy and not be a raging bitch for 5 minutes?**
*insert any errand that needs to be done including, but not limited to: grocery shopping, picking up dry cleaning, perusing the MAC counter at bloomingdales, running to NY Cake and Bake Supplies, browsing H&M, buying a banana, running to the liquor store for more shiraz, going to the restaurant next to Sophie's school for dinner, restocking hair-crap at Ricky's, avoiding Krispy Kreme Donuts, avoiding Ben & Jerry's, picking up prescriptions at local pharmacy, atm withdrawal just in case we're ordering out because we didn't go grocery shopping on the weekend (see previous post).
**John, please do not post a comment confirming that I am a raging bitch...I meant that only on the inside.
Particularly since I'm downright neurotic.
I know how to prioritize people.
So what the hell is going on? Is the answer to time in chocolate? Because I will eat chocolate if I have to in order to get things done.
Sometimes I think that it would be great to say, go for a run or do some yoga...but when is that supposed to happen exactly? In an average day I have to get Sophie ready for school (with which John is a big help, but still), get myself ready and out the door for work, be in said office for 8 hours*, run to Chelsea to recover child and bring her home*, then give her dinner and get in some time with her before bed.
We get home at about 7. She goes to bed at 8. I go to bed at 10ish...um, can someone explain to me the math that will allow for the miracle of expanding an hour into 2 or 3?
I feel totally worn out. How is a girl supposed to have time to take care of herself? Or exercise? Or shop for an engagement ring? How is a girl supposed to see her friends? Or go to movies? Or schedule playdates? For that matter, how is a girl supposed to just slow down, take it easy and not be a raging bitch for 5 minutes?**
*insert any errand that needs to be done including, but not limited to: grocery shopping, picking up dry cleaning, perusing the MAC counter at bloomingdales, running to NY Cake and Bake Supplies, browsing H&M, buying a banana, running to the liquor store for more shiraz, going to the restaurant next to Sophie's school for dinner, restocking hair-crap at Ricky's, avoiding Krispy Kreme Donuts, avoiding Ben & Jerry's, picking up prescriptions at local pharmacy, atm withdrawal just in case we're ordering out because we didn't go grocery shopping on the weekend (see previous post).
**John, please do not post a comment confirming that I am a raging bitch...I meant that only on the inside.
posted by Irina | 3/14/2006 09:37:00 AM
2 Comments:
Why do possible errands include going to buy a banana? I thought those make you constipated.
How flattering that someone is reading my blog...and remembering stuff! (john is that you?)
It's true, but I don't eat the bananas I buy...I give them away to very small hungry people. The whinier the better.
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