Monday, August 09, 2004
Still Trying to Get the Hang of This Whole Work/Life Balance Thing.
posted by Mary |
8/09/2004 07:39:00 PM
Also, trying to figure out best time of day to blog. The consensus:
Morning: not quite awake enough yet to write coherent thoughts
Evening: too tired from workday to write coherent thoughts
Lunchtime: too paranoid to write while sitting in a cubicle, hunched over my lunch and glancing around furtively
But I'm sure I'll get over it as I get used to only have three hours or so of free time a day. I've been thinking about this and wondering what happens to my day. I read this Italian saying in a book once that went something like "Lucky lucky me...I"m a lucky son of a gun...I work eight hours, I sleep eight hours, I have eight hours of fun."
Eight hours of fun? That sounds impossible.
6:00 Alarm goes off simultaneously while Andrew, back from his workout, crawls back into bed to snuggle for "just one minute"
6:15 Snooze alarm goes off, either roll over and sleep 15 more minutes or get up, depending on how tired I am
6:30 In the shower, showering. Still not awake yet.
6:45-7:30 Brushing teeth, putting in contacts, putting on make-up, drying hair, ironing hair (bad bad Mary), picking out work clothes, realizing pants need ironing, ironing pants, searching for left shoe or wedding ring or something else that I can't find
7:35 In kitchen, rushing about trying to fix breakfast and maybe a lunch to take. Thinking, I need to leave at 7:45, I can totally do this.
7:55 Damn. How did that happen? Race to get in car.
8:00 In car now, alternately listening to morning radio and David Byrne's "Uh Oh" cd (favorite cd of the moment, again)
8:30 Arrive at work.
8:30-5:25 Work. Work. Work. Check email. Work. Work. Work. Read a few blogs. Work. Work. Drink too many Diet Cokes. Work.
5:25 Start thinking "I'm out of here!"
5:30 Get caught up in conversation with someone.
5:40 "I'm out of here!" Try to make it to 6:00 Jazzercise class.
6:00 Am now late for Jazzercise.
6:15 Still in traffic. Am now really late.
6:30 To hell with it. I'm going home.
6:45 Home. Talk to husband. Check phone calls. Check emails. Complain about not wanting to cook dinner. Collapse in chair and complain about how tired I am. Eat something for dinner (pasta salad...again?).
9:00 Whaaaa happened?
9:15 Starting freaking out trying to figure out what happened to the past two hours. Decide to go to bed early.
10:40 Get in bed. Not early.
6:00 AM Here we go again.