Saturday, September 20, 2008

Warning: Cliche Ahead

There are not enough hours in the day.

I'm starting to believe that this particular cliche is true. I have always been a busy person. In fact, I'm much happier if I'm busy. (Let's not look at that too hard—I'm sure I'm overcompensating for some inner turmoil by over scheduling, but that's a whole other post. And that post involves antidepressants.)

Even though I've always been busy, however, I have never not been able to somehow fit everything in. I've always been able to shuffle things around and reorganize my time so that the pieces come together and I have enough time.

But lately, I haven't been able to do that. No matter how much I shuffle, no matter how much I rearrange, no matter how late I stay up, there are just not enough hours in the day.

I am always behind.

And I'm starting to get stressed about it. Which is defeating my whole "I'm happier when I'm busy" thing, and just sort of generally pissing me off.

I've been working very hard over the past six months or so to eradicate unnecessary responsibilities from my life, but somehow it just still is not enough.

I've even found myself blogging less, partly because I don't have time to do or think blog-worthy things, and partly because I don't have time to write. And that bums me out, because I have re-discovered over the course of the past year and a half that I really love to write.

I'm not overly distressed about this. I mean, sure, some days I want to hang myself*, but most days I do fine. It's just that there's always a layer in me worrying about the to-do list in my head.

Really, I'm mostly trying to hang on for two more years until Quinn goes to kindergarten. I am working hard to convince myself that I'll be able to Get Shit Done then. And I'll have time to read actual books in the evening.

But until then, I'd really appreciate four or five more hours per day. And I'd like them added in the evening. After the kids go to bed.


* Kidding.

11 comments:

  1. Nothing to worry about, I totally hear you on this! Except for I'm convinced it's not enough days in the week... if I could have just one more day a week where the husband is home and helping out... BOOYAH!

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  2. Oooh! Me too. Except, I don't think 4 or 5 hours would do it. I would like another 15 or so when the kids are asleep. (Or maybe it's because I have one kid who doesn't sleep? Forget the 15 hours... maybe I just need childrens benedryl!)

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  3. Oh, gawd, I totally could have written this.

    Seriously.

    If you find away to make some extra hours, send me a few.

    I've been contemplating a post like this and now you've done gone and said it all.

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  4. I love you. You know that right? So you wont hurt me when I tell you that even when Quinn goes to Kindergarten there will STILL not be enough hours in the day.

    Wait till they all leave home.

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  5. I understand completely. I think I have adult ADD these days (honestly!) because I get so overwhelmed with everything, can't focus and end up wandering around not really completing much. I used to be so organized but I've lost a lot of that along with the motivation to get it done. Then I get stressed out because things keep getting piled up. Yep, I get it. I need more hours in the day too.....oh yeah, and a little motivation and energy!

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  6. I'm guessing that's why cliches exist, because they are true. I DO think the weekend should be extended by one day. That would give me one day to sleep, lay around and recover from the past week, and 2 days to get things done. I rarely get anything done on regular workdays. But at least my workdays are only 8 hrs long!

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  7. You and me both Stimey.

    And I'm not kidding.:-)

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  8. Kinda like all the stuff I was going to get done this month when the kids were back in school. What have I done? Stick paper-mache into candy molds. Which has turned out to be a rather interesting waste of perfectly good paper mache.

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  9. "I've even found myself blogging less, partly because I don't have time to do or think blog-worthy things, and partly because I don't have time to write."

    You expressed my feelings eloquently.

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  10. Um. Yes.

    Of course, I feel way MORE stressed now that the kid is in kindergarten, but that's because she used to be in full time daycare.

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  11. I've learned that if I write it all down then the list stops tormenting me. Problem is then I forget about most of it until something smacks me in the face. No answers here.

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