I can't find an hour to myself these days.
It is hard getting used to working again. At home I am always feeling rushed to get things done -- and this is only the priority items (like fashioning dinner out of a frozen block of chicken breasts in less than 30 minutes); the toilet scrubbing just has to wait. In time I will relearn to budget my time. I have done it before. After much hub-bub and drama -- literally-- my kids' extra-curricular schedules are winding down to a slower pace.
Tonight I got a reminder call from a charity to which I donate household items. I have no idea what happened to my "reminder postcard," so I never got the pickup date marked on the calendar. Read between the lines: I never collected any gently used items for tomorrow's pickup.
For once, I was happy to have answered the reminder phone call. And how fortunate that I cleaned out some cabinets a few weeks ago. I didn't know then that I would be scrambling tonight to gather some bags full of stuff. A quick scan of my closet and out go a few blouses and sweaters I haven't worn in a long while, or just don't fit like they used to. (ahem.)
Maybe that's the best way for me to clean out: go into the closet with an empty bag and desperate intentions. It makes for a quick separation of what would otherwise be a lengthy, emotional disposal process.
Back to the prioritizing....
So, we've run out of shampoo and are using our travel bottles until I find time to get more.
And, yeah, the school notes are piling up and I'm sure I owe some money to someone for some collection or field trip of some sort. (Don't get me started on the library fines.)
And, yes, I miss my carefree writing time here in my diary.
But I will find my groove.
Some days, like today, will have a happy ending.
And someone who needs it more than I will be getting a gently used blouse out of the deal.
That's a good day.
Gettin' my groove on,