I’ve actually had a number of ideas of blog topics the last few days, but time has been short for such trivialities. During this time, I “became friends” on Facebook with one of my first-cousins-once-removed from the California branch of the clan, who is currently a student at Northern Arizona. In her Facebook status update she noted that she is “trying to figure out a schedule that will allow her to get everything done.”
If you figure it out, let me know.
I feel like my life is like a too-small suitcase: I keep folding and refolding and trying to cram it all in, but somehow the cover still won’t latch. I swear I’ll be up at 6:30 and do 1/2 hour of yoga and clean up the sinks and dish drains and living room and feed and reconfigure the cats and be at the office by 8:30 and work straight through without a break and leave at 5:30 and go to the gym and be home in time for Jeopardy and in bed by 9:30. But reality is more like this:
Go to bed at 9:30. Get woken up several times by husband nudging me because I’m snoring. Wake up several more times to nudge snoring husband. Spend some time at 3:00 a.m. with husband saying “Do you hear that? What is that sound coming from the wall? Is the cat locked in the night table? Is there an owl nesting under the eaves? It sounds like something crawling inside the wall. I hope it’s not a rat. Maybe it’s just a squirrel. What if it dies there? How the heck did it get in there? Our cats are just not doing their job.”
6:30 am: Turn off alarm and go back to sleep.
8:30 am: Get up, muttering and cursing. Too late to do yoga. Make it out the door at 9:10 as today is my allergy shot so there’s no way I’m getting to the studio by 8:30 anyway. Skip yoga, figure I’ll make it up this afternoon at the gym.
9:25-10:00 am: Get my 3 shots and edit documents during the routine wait to see if I go into anaphylactic shock, but all that happens is my upper arms become lumpy and itchy for the rest of the day.
10:20 am : Start work.
7:20 pm: Stop work.
8:15 pm: Eat a wonderful dinner cooked by my wonderful husband who cooks wonderfully and damn, it’s nice to come home and eat something other than Lean Cuisine.
8:45 pm: Blog.
9:00 pm: Look suspiciously at the wall and wonder what the heck is making that noise. The cat’s curious, too.
9:30 pm: Go to bed. Swear to get up at 6:30am and do yoga and be at my desk at 8:30am.
2 responses so far ↓
1 Phil // Jan 25, 2008 at 12:21 am
Awesome post for many reasons, including the expression “reconfigure the cats”. Please: don’t explain what that means. I’m having too much fun guessing.
As for your cousin in school: every year I see students and their parents at the NCSSM college fair that I visit as a rep for Brown. I tell the kids (in front of their parents), “Here is some perfect advice that you will never use. If you treat college like a 40-hour a week job — start at 9 a.m. and then do classes or homework until 6 p.m. every day, with time off for lunch, you will make straight A’s. But why am I even telling you this, except for the fun of watching your parents knod their heads up and down?”
2 Living on Central Time // Mar 5, 2008 at 9:01 am
[...] Despite my best efforts—which are actually pretty pathetic since I have zero self-discipline first thing in the morning—I continue to breeze past my desired 6:30am wake-up time and sleep until 7:30am. And then I’m wide awake at 9:30pm and stay up reading Harry Potter or watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns until 10:30pm. [...]
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