So much to do, so little time. More than a few moms have shared this lament. The good news? There's always tomorrow.
Five-thirty a.m. comes quickly and filled with hope. Today will be the day I…
Oh well, maybe tomorrow, I console myself each evening. There just don’t seem to be enough hours in the day. Pulled this way and that by responsibilities and distractions, the days I spend are rarely the days I plan.
Take today – the school bus was late as usual, which put me behind an endless line of traffic that I would have missed had I left fifteen minutes earlier. Parking spaces at my usual coffee stop are gone along with any hopes for a quick caffeine cocktail.
How can I gather myself now? I wonder. The week is still fresh but clearly, I’m not. Maybe another spin around the block – timing and a few prayers to the parking gods could help me get my coffee yet. Nope. I am forced to brave the day unfortified.
Reviewing my calendar, I can do this I think. It’s just mind over matter. A brief report to complete and five calls to return before the conference call. A longer report to start and finish, a meeting, more calls and a proposal; later, I’ll run and tonight enjoy the satisfaction of a completed to do list. It all sounds good until the call list grows and I realize 15 minutes into the conference call that it will take longer than I thought. I have what I need to start, but not finish the report and just before my meeting I get a call from school to pick up my sick son.
Again, my list must wait. Not long, though. Five-thirty a.m. and a fresh start are only seventeen hours away.
