I often wish that I could expand my day to longer than 24 hours. We have so much that has to be crammed into each hour - in fact you wouldn't believe what we cram in just before 7 am., let alone the rest of the day -- it astounds me.
When we first got married, Dave and I thought we were "so busy" with our jobs. The alarm was set for 7:30 and we complained all the time about how hectic our lives were. We saw our friends on weekends, saw movies, went out to eat, saw some concerts and lived the twenty-something (yikes i think it was thirtysomething) life.
Then we had Owen. He quickly elbowed out most of our social lives. We adjusted to the change, set our alarm clocks back to 6:30 a.m. and made it work, with never more than a minute or two to spare. There were bottles to wash, toys to pick up, laundry to do, dishes to wash, clothes to buy as he grew out of wardrobe after wardrobe, games to dream up.... and of course, our day jobs to do in between.
Then we got pregnant with Jake and I panicked. How was another child - another human being - going to fit into our already overcrowded, overscheduled, overprogrammed lives? Where would we find the time to change more diapers, wash more bottles, play more games and buy more clothes, let alone feed, wash and love him?
The solution: the alarm clock is now set for 5:30. We are showered and dressed by 6, when we wake the kids, get them dressed, have breakfast together, and walk out the door by 7. I'm certain our neighbors hate us for making so much noise at the crack of dawn, but really, that's their problem.
Sure, our social lives have been converted into the occasional "date night," I haven't stayed up past 10 p.m. in a very long time, but after the kids go to bed at 7ish each night, Dave and I have a good couple of hours to curl up on the couch, ignore the toys scattered on the floor, have some dinner and relax....
... until the next morning when the marathon starts over again.
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