Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts

Monday, April 26, 2010

Bad at math

I have never been great at math. Full disclosure: I failed math in 10th grade, and had to repeat it the following year. For an otherwise straight A student, this was beyond humiliating. I ended up kicking butt the second time around, but this failure was enough to scar me for life. I carry that F like a scarlet letter, branding me as forever bad at math.

It turns out that I'm pretty good at real life math, except for when it comes to time management. The little one has been sleeping through the night for 2 weeks now, which is wonderful beyond measure. I have been waiting for this extra time at night for nearly 3 years. But now my to do list has swelled to simply unreasonable proportions. I have 2 hours after the kids go to bed and before I should go to bed in order for me to be well rested.

Instead, I'm trying to cram every little thing I ever dreamed of accomplishing into that time slot. Watch TV/movies, exercise, clean the kitchen, organize the kids' toys, pedicure, bath, laundry, fold laundry, clean the bathrooms, empty the trash, knit, pore over cookbooks, fundraising for the school, Facebook, thank you cards, wrap gifts, email, blogging... So now I'm going to bed later than ever before and getting less sleep than I should... And all I really wanted was some more sleep.

I guess I really DO suck at math.

Friday, March 26, 2010

time to burn

Enough has been written, continues to be written, about Tiger Woods and Jesse James and their wandering penises. (Is is peni- like the plural for Elvis- Elvi? Or walruses- walrei?)

But I can't help but add my 2 cents. Both of these guys have small children. I have small children. I don't have a freakin' second to myself. True, I'm typing right now, but it's 5 am and I have a two year old in my lap. Not exactly alone time.

My point is, who has time to burn? If you have time to have an affair, you have too much time on your hands. Idle hands are the devils tools after all. But how did they find the time in the first place? For one affair, let alone several! For the hundreds of text messages they sent?

If you're on Facebook you find that a lot of people have time to burn. Oh, I'm not talking about the people who post a couple of status updates each week. I'm talking about the people playing Farmville and Bejewelled (?) and Petville and Gardenville and Farkle (what the fark is farkle anyhow? I don't know- I don't have time to investigate!). I can't help myself- I judge these people! I don't think they're horrible people, I just can't help thinking they have too damned much time on their hands. And I'm jealous. I want some of that time!

What would YOU do with more time?