It's About TIME

Time.

I seem to be running short on that these days.

Right now it's quiet time. Kids in bed. Dogs asleep. Dishes done. Backpacks ready for tomorrow. Clothes in the Daily Bin. Shoes under the table.

It's a nice time of day. No screeching, no handflapping, no Echolalia. This week the phrase is "WOO HOO!", from one of the Lego Atlantis videos that Constant watched online. I'm really mildly annoyed by "WOO HOO!". Especially since it's usually said loudly. Right next to my ear.

Mondays and Wednesdays are by far the busiest days, with nary a quiet moment to be found. This year so far the days seem to rush one after the other. Some days I'm irritated by the routine we have, and desperately miss the ability to pick and choose what we want to do in a day. Other days it's a comfort to have the same thing going on, and know the basic activities of the day. It's a soothing rhythm, that ocassionally makes me seasick.

Time management has never been my strong point. I've often got piles of things going on, and simply flit from one item to the next, with no particular order or deadline in mind. That, my friends, is not a technique that works well for five kids in school, one in preschool, and a mama taking two classes (one of which is kickin' my heinie!). I'm constantly making to do lists, marking items on the calendar, and attempting to stay organized. The calendar is my friend, along with Listomni.

Tomorrow I'm already wondering if I'll have enough TIME to do everything that needs to be done. And look what time it is! It's time for bed......