I think about this a lot. It’s funny that I chose to write about this topic when I have a digital timer next to me counting down the minutes ’till I am supposed to take the rice off the heat. I think about how much time I spend doing things I don’t want to do and during those times I am thinking about things I want to do. For instance, there was laundry to be folded when I got home, laundry to be started, dinner to be prepped. There is a huge list and I can’t ever figure out why it is that I don’t have the time to do the things I was thinking about while I was folding laundry and chopping broccoli (insert music “Choppin‘ brocoli-he, choppin‘ broccolee. She was choppin‘ broccoleee!” must be an SNL fan from the good times for that reference).
People tell you that you need to ‘make’ time. What the hell does that mean, make time? Time is just there, you have a certain amount and it continually marches on (across your face if you are a woman, yes Steel Magnolias). It seems like other people have the time to do stuff besides house stuff. What are their ingredients for ‘made time’? Do they have a spouse who knows how to empty a dishwasher or fold laundry without begging? Is it one cup helpful mate, 1/2 a cup of no one is coming over this weekend let the vacuuming go, a pinch of less control freak and a dab of JUST LET GO? What are your ingredients for made time? I need to know because according to my timer, I have a few precious minutes before I have to leave this blog and make dinner.