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Out of time
By JENNY WHITE
I’m always a little confused about the time changes.
Do we gain an hour, lose an hour, go forward or go back?
I just don’t have time to figure it all out.
All I know is in the fall, when I’m instructed, I will make all the clocks “fall” backwards on the designated weekend. I hear people talk about “daylight savings” and “losing time,” etc., but, frankly, I still have to get up at 6 a.m. and by the time I catch my breath after dinner, baby to bed and Thomas to bed, it’s dark outside. Same as it has been for the past several months. So, it all seems the same to me.
I sure hope I don’t literally lose time, because my husband apparently thinks I need more of it.
He, very helpfully, pointed out to me this weekend that I seem to be having trouble getting projects and/or tasks done and, politely, noted that maybe I could do a better job.
I, very politely, and straight-faced, stared at him and said:
“Excuse me?”
But this is what I was thinking: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MOTHER-@%&* MIND?!
Apparently so.
I think it was Sunday, which was day two of the ear-infection-screaming-baby-weekend-from hell, when he (unadvisably) brought this to my attention. He took it upon himself to explain himself by pointing out the Halloween cupcakes I had started frosting and stopped, the clothes I keep leaving in the dryer, some jumpers I had started sewing and didn’t finish and a ham I put in the oven and didn’t get out in time.
Now to Ken’s credit, the reason he mentioned these things is because, with the exception of the jumpers, he has come upon the unfinished tasks and projects and finished them for me.
So he gets credit for that.
He’s only at - 999 now.
Maybe when he came upon the cupcakes, he didn’t notice I had stopped to take care of the pumpkin guts in my kitchen sink while simultaneously feeding the baby before we took off for trick-or-treating.
Or when he had to get the clothes out the dryer, maybe he thought Emma and I were playing a fun game of “If you’re happy and you know it, scream your head off,” in her room when really I was trying to change a poopy diaper and trying to settle her for a nap.
The ham got left in the oven too long because the one hour of opportunity I had to go and sew the afore-mentioned jumpers at my mother-in-law’s house, happened to be the hour the ham was cooking.
And I was late because I suck at sewing.
I never have enough time. I am always late and always worrying about getting it all done.
I am going to be late getting home on time, because I’m trying to finish this blog entry that I have been meaning to write all day.
In fact, what pissed me off the most, wasn’t that he was complaining about the cupcakes, the ham, the sewing projects or the laundry. I think I was more insulted that he was just now noticing this is how my life has been for the last nine months. These days, if I don’t get partial credit for things I only do half-assed and halfway, I won’t get any credit at all.
I wish there was a time change you could opt for that just plain added another hour to the day.
Maybe I should just get an Espresso machine.
Comments
By Julia
November 3, 2009 11:03 AM | Link to this
I’m working on a patented IV caffeine drip marketed exclusively to mothers. I’ll let you test the prototype.
By jennywhite
November 3, 2009 8:12 PM | Link to this
ALRIGHT! I’ll even save on calories and skip the cream and sugar if I can get it via IV. Maybe I’ll lose weight too!
By Jenny B
November 20, 2009 5:54 PM | Link to this
Hear, hear, Jenny! I’ve heard that you are an amazing woman who can handle darn near anything and keeps others around you from getting lost. Overachievers of the universe, unite!
It’ll all be calmer, 18 years hence….