I made a serious schedule for myself last night. I’ve got so much going on, i figured i’d better work out exactly how i was going to make everything happen. Realistically.
It reminded me of the days of my youth, when my kids were little and we didn’t have much money. I would occasionally try to work out a serious, for real budget so we could make ends meet. But no matter how i laid it out, which ends i stretched, or which expenses i reduced, i couldn’t realistically make ends meet. Um, because they didn’t.
In the same way, i now have a morning schedule that doesn’t include showers. Quit laughing – seriously, that’s a problem.
Of course, there is enough time for real, for everything i need to do. The problem is that some of that time is after my regular work day instead of before and my chances of really doing it after work are much lower than if i do it before. After work, i begin to wind down, the kids (yes those amazing grand-kids) are home from their summer programs, there’s dinner, Sir is through working and i’m tired. i don’t wanna do anything except family stuff.
Which – by the way – my daughter and the kids arrived safely – and are settling in beautifully. So far so good.
Anyhow. All this explains why you’re not seeing me here as much – this is not even in my schedule. I took time off my half-hour for Facebook to be here.
Date night was good though – and i did tell him about the stroking my hair thing and it seems that he was able to hear me because actions speak louder than words. Also, he had bought a new belt and we discovered that our bedroom is apparently sound proof enough or far enough away that the slap of a belt is not audible to the rest of the family. AND it’s clear that i still love that feeling of that slap of leather as much as i ever did.
We have company this week – Sir’s son and his girlfriend are visiting, so that will be nice.
And now i’m 5 minutes behind schedule – 6 by the time i publish this for sure. Time for mindfulness practice. Quit laughing. I wish i could find an image of someone in sitting meditation poised on a treadmill. 7 minutes behind now because i googled meditation on a treadmill.
i think date night is Friday again, so yay for carving out time for the things that really matter.