Busy busy bees
First things first — I made it 16 days of straight blogging before tumbling off the NaBloPoMo bandwagon. It guess it was harder than I thought it would be!
Life is busy, as it is for pretty much everyone I know these days. Gone are the days when I could tappity-tap out a couple of posts on my breaks — remember like a zillion years ago when I had a “real” job and worked OUTSIDE OF MY HOME? — and blogging once or even twice a day was no big deal.
Between preschool, D’s gymnastics, my gymnastics, his swimming (which is over now!), my work, Darling Husband’s work, social commitments, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, and, like, SLEEPING, it feels like the days are flying by faster than I can count (which is slowly, actually, since I’m terrible at math).
Everyone always talks about how busy they are (me, included). I know I was busy before we had kids, too, but I was certainly NOTHING LIKE THIS.
I know this is terrible, but sometimes I feel really, really envious of retired/semi-retired people — or people whose children have grown up — who seem to have LIMITLESS leisure time. They’ll do, like, NOTHING in the run of a day except some shopping or errands, watching TV, and maybe elaborate baking or sewing (if they’re really ambitious).
I also find myself jealous of child-free adults who seem to do nothing but watch TV, eat, and craft/pursue hobbies in their leisure time. (But then they complain about lack of time or motivation and I get kind of twitchy, so it’s best not to think about it)
Basically, I think I’m jealous of anyone who has plenty of time to (A) eat at a normal pace (B) watch more than one TV show a day (C) pursue their interests/passions (D) truly have those “do nothing” days that I’m pretty sure I used to have a million years ago.
But then I feel bad about the jealousy, because — when I take a deep breath and squish out all of my jealous feelings — I know that I love my life.
Yes, it’s insanely busy and hectic most of the time.
Yes, I miss having (some? any?) time to devote to my hobbies.
Yes, I often feel overwhelmed by the sheer amount of WORK it takes to keep everything together — both personally and professionally — and wish I could just shrug off my responsibilities and do nothing but binge-watch TV and eat Doritos.
But it won’t be this busy forever. As D and C grow up, they will need me less and less. I’ll have more time to devote to crafting and sewing and taking care of myself. I’ll have time to have long baths and watch bucket-loads of TV with Darling Husband. I’ll miss those shrill little demands, the wailing coming from the baby monitor, and the constant messes. I know I will.
This is exactly the life I’d hoped to have, and how many people can say that?
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