There are not enough hours in the day. That is a cliché that we hear so often and I beg to differ. When you are at home with two children under the age of 3 there are many, long, interminable hours, filled with snacks, drinks, feeds, naps, mess and hundreds of activities that keep toddlers amused for roughly ten minutes. Frankly I have more than enough hours in my day, however what I don’t have are enough hours in my evening.
Mckdaddy and I eat with the children and so after that is done and we’ve had a reasonably leisurely bedtime with them, it is already 7:30pm. I like my sleep, in fact I need my sleep and so if I had my way I’d be snoozing by 9:30 or maybe ten o’clock.
That gives me roughly two hours and I want to…
Write a blog, a proper one with lovely words and beautiful pictures.
Read blogs, comment on them, save the great ideas I see on them.
Read all the books that are piling up by my bed and I mean more than the two pages I manage before falling asleep.
Languish in a gorgeous bath and then have time to dry and straighten my stupidly long and thick hair afterwards.
Talk to Mckdaddy
Answer e-mails and write new ones to friends I don’t catch up with enough
Paint my nails
Chat to my friends
Do some Yoga
Do some exercise*
and still sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep.
There really just aren’t enough hours in the evening to do all that and so I end up watching rubbish TV and falling asleep.
*actually I don’t want to do this one, but it’s January and I’m about a stone overweight so I really should pretend that I do want to do this.