Try as I might, I can't seem to get any calm in my life. As much as I extol the virtues of taking back your time. There never seems to be enough of it.
Yesterday is a perfect example. I worked all day(my second day at my new job, at which I still feel like I'm useless). Then I rushed to the market and bought food for supper, scurried home, and BBQ'ed the pork steaks, while my husband prepared potatoes, and after everything was done, we greeted our visitors (my best friend and her husband). I quickly made a salad and everyone sat down to eat Afterward, we sampled a lovely pastie, and chatted for a half hour before the menfolk hauled in the dining table they had given us.
By the time everyone parted ways, it was 9 ish or so, where upon I flung myself on the couch for 15 minutes of television just to wind down, then headed for the shower and off to bed trailing droplets of water in my wake.
This morning I was in town by 9:15 and sorting my way through the local 2nd hand store for furniture. I'm glad I did because I found a fantastic chair and ottoman which I LOOOVVVVE. Then I tag teamed my husband who picked it up and carted it home while I did the rest of the grocery shopping for the week, made some miscellaneous purchases. Tomorrow, we have to drop of a roaster, and booster chair I borrowed from my Mom, and a knife throwing target at a friends, when we get home I have to do laundry, and sew a button on a pair of pants. Plus iron what I need to iron for next week. Not to mention I still haven't finished painting the living room so it's two, actually three different colors if you count the bead board that has to be repainted.
I still haven't found any great comfy sweaters, or long sleeve shirts for work, let alone a winter coat of any consequence.
And, tomorrow is Day light savings time switch over, so we will be getting up at 4:00am instead of 5 every morning. Sheesh, how come things are going so fast? It needs to stop, I need to take real steps to mitigate the loss of my time.