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Crazy Dazy

As of today school has been back in session a full two weeks, and I have to admit, I'm a bit disillusioned. I had visions of blasting through the house getting absolutely everything caught up, making us rich by putting in hours of transcription- but the days are passing and I'm barely able to keep up with even my blogging--imagine that!

I look back over my calendar and I find there is just too much black space and not enough white. I think that six or seven hours of daily "empty" time seems like the jackpot it's a combination of me thinking I have more than adequate time to get the necessities done and everybody else figuring I have nothing better to do than to sign up to help them with their projects. Now I readily admit that I volunteer for many such activities like going into the classroom for various events, working on PTA plans, coordinating some things at church--all very worthwhile time investments. But other things like exercising, the quick lunch with the girls afterward, the running to the bank or store--all those time eaters, just seem throw the rest of the plan into chaos!

I'm gonna have to get myself on a stricter time schedule and reestablish my routine from last year. I suppose it takes a couple of weeks of winging it to realize why the schedule I used to follow works a lot better. Frankly, the bottom line is that having an agenda is not nearly as interesting as bee-bopping around taking things as they come. It doesn't allow for much procrastination and kind of forces me getting down to business even when I don't really want to. But I'm a list-making, schedule-following, planner type of girl and eventually the free-form drives me sort of nuts - which is where I'm at right now.

So starting tomorrow, I'm getting back on track--well, after our MOMs group meeting, that is. And maybe just one more quick lunch with the girls for good measure !!

Comments

Rochelle said…
Oh well...the freespirited schedule seemed like a good idea...but I hear what you're saying. I'm more of a scheduled, list-masker, task-oriented woman too.
Anonymous said…
I hear ya! Even when I'm home all day I never seem to get 100% of the things done that I think I am going to when I wake up that morning - most days I feel like I just blink and the morning is gone. It takes a while to get back into the swing of things after summer too, you will!

Like I tell Jen Pedersen, don't be so good at what you do when you are on those committee's and you be won't asked to do so much. :-)
crazymumma said…
Time, organization. It all seems so elusive. I to, thought I would get so much done when my girls went back to school. Hah. How humbling.

Happy Birthday to Chickadee! I have a 9 year old girl as well. What a stunning age....
PandaMom said…
Ditto! I am not in the volunteer stage yet, so I can still use my great excuse, "Oh, I have a little one." Now with #2 on the way I can still use that line for several years.
; ) I do find myself running out of time, though. How is that? I am a SAHM and still find that my kitchen floor is in dire need of mopping....hmmm
Unknown said…
It took me a couple weeks after Kristy left for college and getting over all the travel and company to get into the grove.

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