In 2009 I traded meetings and lunch breaks for potty training and play dates when I quit my full time job to be a full time mom to my independent and very "spirited" five year old and my incredibly curious at times mischievous two year old. Every day is something new...this is my life and all that it entails.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Excuse Me Do You Have The Time?
My little sister is on summer vacation and she just so happens to be 15 years old and is at the age where she likes to babysit because...well I suppose she likes to have spending money and what else can she really do...or maybe she is just crazy...but who am I to judge..in any case it works out GREAT for me because I am at the age where...well I generally just need a break!! So I talked to her last night and asked her if she wanted to babysit today and she...without hesitation...that only a 15 year old could do...said of course...ahhhhh a whole day to do whatever I wanted or needed to do...how should I ever spend this time. Well my first call, inevitably, was to my bestest friend to see if she was available to have lunch or something...we decided on going to see a movie. So in my head I am already calculating time (I think it is a mother thing or at least a mother who left her children with a babysitter thing)...30 minutes to her house...two hours to see a movie...that leaves me with four and a half hours....I was going to go to the bank...and the gym...and to school to tie up some loose ends before the semester starts....I was going to get all my errands done...all the ones I need to do but don't want to do with two kids (you know the "lunch break" kind)...well I dropped the girls off and was headed to her house...we watched a movie, ate some lunch and before I knew it 7 hours had passed and I needed to go get my children!! Where did my day go? I say all this because when I worked I spent my days at my desk just watching time drag on waiting for the weekend...now that I am not working I spend every day wondering where the heck the time went, the weekend is not a weekend any more it is just an extension of the week and hours turn to days, days to weeks and weeks to months before I have a chance to blink. I would stop to smell the roses but they are flying by too fast. I can't help but wonder if I am the only one living in this time warp that is moving faster than I can keep up.
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