Who do I have to pay to get more hours in my day?

Oh wait.  I don’t have extra time or money.  I suppose I’ll have to thrive with the 24 I’ve been granted.

I think it’s awesome that the first post I saw on the Word Press homepage today was this one.  I feel ya, girl.  I also love everything I do.  Most of the time, anyway.  Except when I’m fretting over whether I’m doing it perfectly.  And usually I’m not.  ‘Cause who does?  Often times I think I should.  Often times I’m convinced I could.  If there were just more hours in the day.

September-November and March-May are especially busy times for us around here.  I often have to remind myself to breathe.

So, what’s going on now?  What has kept me from posting more often?  Well, it certainly isn’t for lack of topics.  There are a million different things I’d love to blog about.  Hyperbole, for one.  Instead here’s what I’m doing:

Grad school–A year ago I was on track to graduate in August 2011. Unfortunately, it took longer than I expected to find a clinical site and it set me back one semester.  A graduation date of December 2011 was disappointing, but I was so relieved to have found an internship that I adjusted easily.   About half through Spring semester it became very clear that I would not have all of my clinical hours completed by December.  Apparently this is no surprise.  To everyone except me.  I wallowed in my frustration for a bit (was diagnosed with high blood pressure) and then sucked it up and forged ahead with the new plan of graduation in Spring of 2012.  Unfortunately, it is not a given that I will be able to graduate then, either.  What can I do but relax and go with it?  Nothing.  Not unless I want to add more stress to my week and take away more hours from my family.  And I’m not interested in any of that, thank you, kindly.

Internship–My commute is one hour long.  I work two days per week.  I lose 4 hours per week to driving.  Instead of bellyaching about that I choose to reframe it as gaining 4 hours of thinking/recharging time.  As an introvert I’ve come to appreciate the commute.

Home schooling–Yeah, we’re doing a lot of unschooling now.  We school year around, and Spring and Fall are our down times.  The boys spend more time outside, exploring and improving athleticism.  In Winter and Summer, school days are more structured.

Extracurriculars–Ds9 is doing soccer and track now.  Ds5 is doing soccer.  Several evenings per week and most Saturdays you’ll find me, my husband or the whole family at one field or the other.

Preschool–Yes, I know that having my youngest in preschool should be a break for me.  But it’s not.  It’s four mornings per week that I have to be out of the house by 8:30 am.  The commute is 15-20 minutes and almost makes it pointless to come back home while he’s in school.  I love his preschool, however, and all of my children have graduated from the program.  It’s worth it, but I’ll be glad when I get my mornings back.

And, as if that’s not enough stuff, I somehow have to fit in time for two dogs, two cats, cleaning the house, tending the garden, couponing and, of course, blogging.  I am never bored.  Never.  I also don’t ever answer the phone .  Ever.  I simply do not have time.  And if I did, there would be a major crisis outbreak among the children the second I said “Hello”.  Always.

Still, we (and by we, I mean I ran the idea past hubby who thought we should just go ahead and do it NOW.) decided that last weekend we should change the school room/office back into a bedroom so that each boy could have his own room.  It has been more peaceful, but my dining room table is covered in things I won’t have time to sort and reorganize for weeks to come.

And, I applied for a part-time, work at home job.  Because I totally have 10-20 extra hours lying around.  It’s not because we needed the money to survive.  We don’t.  But I want a vacation and I’m willing to work for it.  I’d also like to off-set the cost this internship.  You know, the one I’m doing for free.  I know, I’m being “paid” in clinical hours and supervision.  Somehow, though, that isn’t putting gas in the tank for that commute.

Who wants to guess how many hours it took for me to write this post?  It’s just before 5 pm and I’ve been working on this post since mid-morning.  A minute here and a few seconds there . . . eventually it will all get done or it will cease to matter.  Which ever comes first.


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