I can't believe I'm typing this. I can't believe it.
Ready for it? I want to get some neon and make a big, flashing sign out of it (and use the spare bits to put around my license plate like a good little Quebecker).
*flash flash* I have been sitting at the computer for 20 minutes undisturbed. *flash flash weird neon sign flicker noise* LIVE NUDES XXX LOVELY LADIES!! *flash flash*
Oops, sorry. I recycled some neon from another sign. We have a lot of those in my province, too.
Yes. That would imply that I have had 20 minutes all to myself. ALL TO MYSELF.
Intrepid is at school.
Gutsy is at I-hate-school.
Spawnling is sleeping.
Coffee is brewing.
Angels are singing.
I have 15 more minutes before I have to pick up Gutsy. 15 minutes feels like an eternity! I remember when I was childless and had all the time in the world to myself. Naturally, I felt I didn't. I had work and/or school and an active social life, but there were always at least a couple of hours in a day that I could take just for me.
These days I'm lucky if I get five minutes to wipe the puke off my only clean shirt in between throwing out an apple core I found stuck between the couch cushions, breaking up an epic battle between Intrepid and Gutsy over a PS2 controller, and picking up a screaming baby who doesn't understand that life exists after being set down on the floor for more than ten seconds.
The house is quiet right now. Dead quiet. I can hear the hum from the fridge and the fan on Lapzilla. I just realized I sip coffee rather loudly. I should probably work on that or nobody's going to invite me out anymore.
Now that I have a few minutes alone, I'm finding it rather overwhelming. Every second of this time is precious - sacred. I should be meditating or doing yoga or painting or scrapbooking or something semi-productive. But no, I'm blogging. Why? Because thinking about how I should be spending my time was a waste of my time and it was stressing me out.
And then... And then what's the point of having this stupid time anyway?
Stupid free time, going around ruining my day. I should kick it in the shins.
Ready for it? I want to get some neon and make a big, flashing sign out of it (and use the spare bits to put around my license plate like a good little Quebecker).
*flash flash* I have been sitting at the computer for 20 minutes undisturbed. *flash flash weird neon sign flicker noise* LIVE NUDES XXX LOVELY LADIES!! *flash flash*
Oops, sorry. I recycled some neon from another sign. We have a lot of those in my province, too.
Yes. That would imply that I have had 20 minutes all to myself. ALL TO MYSELF.
Intrepid is at school.
Gutsy is at I-hate-school.
Spawnling is sleeping.
Coffee is brewing.
Angels are singing.
I have 15 more minutes before I have to pick up Gutsy. 15 minutes feels like an eternity! I remember when I was childless and had all the time in the world to myself. Naturally, I felt I didn't. I had work and/or school and an active social life, but there were always at least a couple of hours in a day that I could take just for me.
These days I'm lucky if I get five minutes to wipe the puke off my only clean shirt in between throwing out an apple core I found stuck between the couch cushions, breaking up an epic battle between Intrepid and Gutsy over a PS2 controller, and picking up a screaming baby who doesn't understand that life exists after being set down on the floor for more than ten seconds.
The house is quiet right now. Dead quiet. I can hear the hum from the fridge and the fan on Lapzilla. I just realized I sip coffee rather loudly. I should probably work on that or nobody's going to invite me out anymore.
Now that I have a few minutes alone, I'm finding it rather overwhelming. Every second of this time is precious - sacred. I should be meditating or doing yoga or painting or scrapbooking or something semi-productive. But no, I'm blogging. Why? Because thinking about how I should be spending my time was a waste of my time and it was stressing me out.
And then... And then what's the point of having this stupid time anyway?
Stupid free time, going around ruining my day. I should kick it in the shins.