I find myself often commenting that I need more time in a day. As I sit and reflect what I do with my time and think about what I would like to do with my time I remember what my Grandpa would say when I was growing up; “There are 24 hours in a day for a reason. There are 8 hours for work, 8 hours for fun, and 8 hours for sleep”. This sounds wonderful and in theory it makes sense.
This obviously does not take into account drive time to and from work. This does not take into account that while I am working, which is obviously more than 8 hours a day, I am not getting my ‘adulting’ completed at home. Do you ever just feel like not ‘adulting’ for a full day? I mean really one FULL day where you don’t think about what foods are eaten, if the clothes are clean, if bills are paid, if the leaves are out of the pool, if your kids are too close to the tv, if there is enough gas in the car, nothing. Just a day to just be. Then, if this were really done, the next day I would be saying that I definitely needed more time because I put myself behind by taking my mental health day of no responsibility. I guess though it sounds nice, I won’t take off a full day.
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