If someone asked you ‘Do you have the time?” What would you say? I would uncover my sleeve on my left wrist and view my watch and tell the stranger the time. I guess that is automatic. That is not what I am trying to say. Time. Who has the time for anything? Time is wasting away. As I blog. As you read. As I write. Time is running out. Eek! I hear you cry. Yes. I nod.
The last few weeks have been really hectic for me. I glance at my diary and calender and every day something is happening. Events. So busy. I try to monitor my time and work around it. It is hard. I am trying to learn my theory for my driving lessons, so I can book my driving test and be on my way to support my career in retail. As well as that, I am trying to have the time, for my husband, so he does not feel neglected. I am constantly working around the clock, working here, working there, babysitting, writing my column, cooking, domestic cleaning. You know the drill. So hectic. Then there are family events, birthday do’s, party invites, to reply to. Everyone expects you to be there. Friends trying to meet up and they don’t understand why you are so busy.
That is part of life.
Some days after an incredible long shift at work, where I have started at 6am one morning and finished work the night before at 10pm, I go home to bed and sleep it off. And before you know it, the whole day has gone.