Time Crunch Crunch Crunch

When I was young, I hated going to bed. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to be where all of the action was. I wanted to see and hear everything. Even after my parents got me into bed, I would lay there, struggling to keep my eyes open. Sleep was a hassle. It ate up precious time.

Now I can’t wait to get to sleep. I was happy to take an hour nap today. Tonight, I’ll bed thrilled to crawl into bed. I know I’m not missing anything. Sleep still eats up precious time, but I need it desperately.

My husband often reminisces about how much he did as a kid. “When I was a kid I had all of the time in the world,” he likes to say. It’s true too. As a child, the days creep by. A year takes lifetimes to pass.

Since I’ve been married, the days seem to be sixteen hours long. The year is flying by. I find myself saying, “I can’t believe it’s already July!” I look at my list of goals for the year and think that there’s no way I’ll complete them all.

Okay, I have to be completely honest. This having no time stuff is a load of garbage. If I really had no time, I wouldn’t have been able to take an hour long nap. If I really had no time, I wouldn’t be able to drive across town to eat lunch with my sister, or spend almost two hours looking at floor plans for dome homes online. If I really had no time, I wouldn’t be able to put up posts on this blog. So I guess I have time. I just need to organize it better.