Governed By Time...

Being tired and awake at silly hours lets my mind wander all over the place, but invariably, the places it wanders to are 0dd, strange places where I question the odd nuances of everyday life. Last night, however, I came to the realisation that my general day is governed by three hands - the second, minute and hour hand of a clock.

Now, assuming I sleep to the alarm clock going off, I have to be up by 7am. I have to be showered by 7.30am. Jaysen has to be up by 7.45, and fed and dressed by 8.15. We have to be out the door by 8.25, at Ruths by 8.30, and away from Ruths by 8.35. We have to be at school by 8.45 and then to take her youngest to nursery by 8.55. If I go to hers for a coffee after the school run, I feel like I have to be home by 10.30, and have the housework done by midday. Jo and Tam usually have to be up by 11am at the latest if they're not awake, and lunch has to be done by 1.30pm.

Into the afternoon, I have to do the afternoon school run and leave home by 2.50pm and be at the school for 3.05pm. I take Ruths oldest home first and she has to be back by 3.20pm and we get home by 3.30pm at the latest. Jaysen has to be changed and doing any homework by 4pm, and dinner has to be done by 5.00-5.30pm. The kids have to be bathed by 6.30pm and in bed by 7.30pm, at which point I can ALMOST breath.

During all this time, I have to get stuff done, potter around, and this isn't including going shopping, having people over or anything else. It's also assuming nothing goes wrong or pearshaped.

Also, onto of this during the weekday, the weekends are somewhat more flexible, but my mind still focuses on the clock somewhat - people up by certain times, fed by certain times, and in bed by certain times. And before I know it... Monday has rolled around again, and I start over.

People say "I can't wait for summer" or "Your birthday is only 4 months away" yet without realising it, it looms up and is suddenly upon you, and people say "Is it summer already?" or "I can't believe you're 28 - it seems like just a little while ago you were a kid!". All very odd stuff.

You could call my day routine, but if that were the case, I'd not notice it toddle on past me and wouldn't be so bad, but with my back and the current near-constant headaches, it seems like every day is hard work from the moment I clamber out of bed, to the second my head hits the pillow.

Don't get me wrong - I wouldn't change any of the people around me for the world, and while I only have a couple of real "in the flesh" friends, I love all my friends that keep me entertained during the day, whether they are down under, in Europe, elswhere in England, or dotted around the States, from New York, Mitchigan down to California. I think there are some crazies that visit from Canada too :D

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3 Responses to “Governed By Time...”

Terri@SteelMagnolia said... know what they sayyyyyyyy :-)

Life is like a roll of toilet paper, the closer you get to the end, the faster it goes!!!!

Emma said...

Yet somewhere in that busy day you have time to tell me Asda own products remind you of me! :)

Laney said...

Ahhh...the life of a parent. Isn't it just exhausting? It made me tired just reading that. I have to do something similar myself tomorrow, and tonight come to think of it. The ironing pile is calling me...