Too busy, too rushed, can’t catch your breath, never enough hours in the day.
I bet every one of us has been at that stage in our lives at one time or another.
It’s hard to believe that we are in August, at the end of which two thirds of the year will have gone.
Hubby asked me today what we had achieved so far this year, and I had to admit, I was stumped for a reply.
Exactly what have we done with our time.
Hubby is nearly always the first to get up in the mornings, leaving me and the dog to sleep in until around 8am.
For that hour or so, he makes himself a cup of tea and gets on to his blog, catching up with his reader, adding and answering comments, and writing posts anew. His blog is totally different to mine but I sometimes learn stuff when I read it, though most of the technical content is over my head. But then he knows that.
When us two gals finally surface, it’s a dog walk followed by breakfast. Occasionally we’ll have a fry up, which actually isn’t, as I scramble the eggs and use water instead of fat in my frying pan (unless I’m doing fried bread in which case it’s a drizzle of oil on both sides, and we have half a slice each). These days I’m buying rolls instead as Hubby prefers them.
I fancied a change from crispbreads and bought some cinnamon and fruit bagels, which turned out to be a negative move as they have 11 syns each! Hubby is eating them for me to save me from myself.
On the positive side though, I have had success in the weight loss and hope that will continue, however slowly, in the weeks to come.
I have been trying the recommended SP days, where you fill half your plate with protein and half with speed food. It hasn’t exactly worked out for me this week as I’ve deliberately avoided salad, but I’ll stick at it.
This year, we have also helped out friends one way or another (see Frank the Tank), and have managed several visits Down South to see my Mum.
And of course we eventually had our trip to Stratford!
But I think most of us don’t use our time as well as we could, and end up wishing we’d made the effort to do certain things or visit or contact someone.
When I was working, my time management skills were pretty good, meeting my deadlines and squeezing in a few tasks for my Boss if the need arose. Evenings and weekends were for relaxation but they were never long enough, Mondays coming around way too soon.
Hubby and I lose track of the days now, our calendar being made up of laundry days, filling the water tank and emptying the loo cassette, shopping trips, dog walks, cleaning the boat, maintenance, and the occasional field trip either in the car or going up river.
If the day starts late for us, we are playing catch up throughout and before we know it, it’s time for Maggie’s final wee and bed!
As is often the case in retirement, I wonder how on earth we found the time to work!