When I started this blog, my plan was to post my random, profound thoughts a few times a week. Well, it's been over a week since my last entry, and it's not due to lack of profundity, but lack of time. I have no idea where my time goes!
I get up most days between 6 and 7:30, depending on how many times I hit "snooze". If I get up before 7:30, I have a standing appointment with my couch, a warm blankie, a cup of coffee, and "Morning Joe". (I hate Joe Scarborough. I watch the show because it gets me fired up for the day). A funny thing about me and mornings .... I always, always, always THINK I am going to get up at 6 and exercise. Something happens to me while I sleep -- I loose all resolve, all will-power. I seldom -- if ever -- get up at first alarm, and I almost always wake up with a paralyzing lack of motivation to do anything more physically strenuous than lift the coffee cup.
But no matter when the morning starts, at 7:30 here's what happens without fail: I say "Oh Shit! It's 7:30" and get in the shower. From there, I spend 50 minutes scrambling around to get dressed, and I rush out the door, frazzled and late, at 8:20 to be at work at 8:30. And then my job begins it's function of totally interfering with my real life.
But what of the evening hours? I'm home by 5:30. My nest is empty, except for my dog and cat. I have few outside commitments. Sometimes I try to walk the dog after work. (My dog has developed an aversion to walking. I love that dog) My husband, often as not, cooks dinner, and he willingly and ably does his share of the housework. (did I say that I love that man??) So my responsibilities after work are few. Most nights, I sit and feed my bizarre addiction to reality TV.
Weekends seem to evaporate. Most of the time, my only accomplishment is a trip to the grocery store. Other than occasional church attendance, paying bills, farting around on Facebook and watching all the stuff I recorded on the DVR while I was watching something else, little else of substance fills the weekend, yet those 2 free days seem to just disappear. What the hell do I do with my time?
It is especially perplexing because I recall when my life was so much busier and yet I accomplished so much more. When my son was young, he had baseball, and soccer, and karate, and myriad after school activities. I worked full time, and worked out 3 days a week after work. My commute was much longer and so was my workday. My husband worked unpredictable hours so had less time to help with meals or housework. I even remember taking a class at the local community college. What the heck happened??
Sadly, I know the answer, I just don't like it. I got old, fat, lazy, and I watch too damn much television. And I can't seem to stop! (getting old, fat, lazy OR watching too much TV) I am not sure when it got so out of control, but I blame the DVR. Technology is suppose to give us more control of our time, but I think it controls US instead.
So I'm gonna try to do better. Watch less TV. Blog more. Walk that crazy dog. Get out and do stuff on the weekends. Just as soon as I watch everything on the recorded list ....
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