Do you ever get that feeling in the morning when you’ve just woken up, look at the clock and go, ‘what the hell just happened? It’s Thursday already?’
Days merge. Hours disappear. Minutes just don’t exist.
Before you say it, yes I know I obviously can’t plan my time properly. But hey, I got two kids and a wife. Give me a break!
It’s very difficult to plan each and every minute of the day when you have children. When you think they are in their room playing nicely, giving you a minute’s breather, as soon as your cheeks hit that chair, ‘Daddy, can I sit with you?’
I swear all ninja’s in the world are really children. Their stealth abilities are second to none.
Anyway, I don’t seem to be able to pace out my day. I have so much to do in the evenings, yet never seem to be able to do anything. Take this blog for instance, the randomness of my posting befits my lack of time. If you can keep a secret, most of the time when I write to here I’m at work. Yes I know, technically I’m not allowed and I will get found out one day, but it’s the only time I get to talk to you lot!
Now I have also taken on some extra work for others which I need to do at home when I can. Which I can’t. There’s not enough time.
I wish I could afford a child minder or nanny or something. Or that I didn’t have to work. That would be the best. No work.