Like everyone who has a blog here, or in the world, there seems like there is no time at all to get everything done. I feel like I don’t have time to breathe, much less fit in the the things that I want to do or enjoy doing.
Here’s a snapshot of my day:
0500 – wake up
0500-0600 – get showered, dressed, hair done, made up, accessorized, etc.
0600-0700 – get children up, dressed, fed, brushed teeth, comb hair, etc.
0700 – 0735 – leave house, take children to school
0735-0750 – travel from youngest son’s school to work
0800-1700 – work
Some nights, I work another job. That means from 1700 – 1930 I’m at my other job. On these nights, just remove the quiet time for me and the picking up the house times and that’ll be my night.
Other nights, the rest of my day goes something like this:
1700 – 1730 – pick up children, socialize with babysitter for a minute (seems rude to just pick up kids and run)
1730 – 1735 – get home and greet dog (she insists on at least 5 minutes of rubbin’ and cooin’ before she’s happy)
1735 – 1830 – dinner cooked, eaten, kitchen cleaned up
1830 – 1930 – help children with homework
1930 – 2030 – showers, spend time with kids/spend time unwinding
2030 – 2130 – kids watching TV while I pick up house, make lunches for the next day, thrown in a load of laundry
2130 – bedtime for the kids
2130 – 2200 – take some quiet time for myself
2200 – 2230 – do nightly face washing, etc., then bed
I wish I had time to watch television or crochet/knit (like I love to do), or craft at all. I wish I had time to go to the gym or take the dog for a walk.
Where do I find this time without sacrificing the other things that need to be done around the house?
I really have to get to bed by 1030, at the latest, otherwise I’m not good for any damn thing the next day. Gone are the days where I could stay up till 3 am and still be able to function the next day.
I feel like I manage my time pretty well. I feel like I should be able to fit the workout/walk in there somewhere. I really want to get to the gym and I would love to walk my dog again. I used to walk her every evening for at least 4 miles. She loved it, she needed it, and I loved doing it with her. Maybe, when the weather gets warmer, I’ll be able to swing by and pick her up before I pick up the kids and I’ll be able to walk her before I get home.
I knew that being a single mom would be hard, but damn. I didn’t realize how hard it would be!
Guess it proves the maxim, “Freedom isn’t free.” 🙂