I need to get my shit together. Pronto.
Today was the first day, in over a year of being back to work full-time and commuting into Boston, that I missed the train.
I missed the train because I had to stop and get change for a $20 bill. To have $4 in singles to pay for parking. I meant to do this all day yesterday. But didn't. So I stopped at Dunkin Donuts for a vanilla chai. Which took longer than expected. (Doesn't it always?)
By the time I arrived at the train station, the train was already pulling in. I had no chance of running to make it. Besides, don't you hate it when you run and you get that muddy backsplash all up the back of your pantlegs? Me too.
Resigned, I got back in the car to drive into Boston. And realized that my gas tank was on empty. I've been meaning to stop for gas since Monday. But didn't. (Secretly though? Since I was gone all weekend, I was kinda sorta hoping that Hubby would fill it for me. No suck luck. He did wash it though. Inside and out.)
So my morning commute was one of fierce gripping of the steering wheel, glancing back and forth between the gas gauge and my dwindling "___ miles until empty" reading, hoping that I could make it to a rest area off the Mass Pike before running out of gas. I purposefully stayed in the right lane, not wanting my car to come to a complete stop in the middle of rush hour traffic. Because THAT would have been fun.
(Just so you know, I made it with a mere 5 miles to spare.)
Normally, I pride myself on being organized. On being a multi-tasker. On keeping all the balls (heh, I said balls) in the air.
I'm working 40 hours a week, but am gone from 6:45 a.m. until 6:15 p.m., 5 days a week;
I have 3 boyz back in the Trenches eager for their Mommy time, collectively and individually;
I'm trying to research and buy a laptop (did you comment and leave me a recommendation yet?);
I'm one of the 10 faculty members on the Fishful Thinking campaign. (Which? Despite what you *may* have heard? Is a WONDERFUL program that I'm eager to share my thoughts on with you. That is, when I get all my
I joined Twitter (no explanation for THAT needed, right? 2 words: TIME SUCK.);
I've taken the drastic measure of NOT watching ANTM this season, and I even stopped DVRing The Biggest Loser and 30 Rock. I'm 3 episodes behind on Lost, and 2 weeks behind on RHNYC. And I've given up on Jon & Kate Plus 8 (for those who know me, all this is huDge. I am a reality TV junkie. And am too tired to link to all those shows.);
I'm trying to host a Silpada party this month;
I haven't spoken with my mother in over a week (yes, I totally still need my Mommy); and
I want to meet up for drinks with these 2 lovely ladies.
Throw in a wedding shower to attend, a babysitter going out of town at the end of the month and
The killer is that I'm still getting up at the ass crack of dawn. But am not exercising for those 40 minutes; instead, I'm on the computer, trying to "catch up". And I'm still falling into bed, exhausted, well past 10 p.m. Because once the boyz are in bed, I'm on the computer, "catching up".
It needs to stop.
The delusional side of me thinks that the new laptop I'm about to buy (that will be sprinkled with fairy dust containing time management skills) will solve allllll my problems:
That computer time will be on the train in the mornings and evenings;
That morning exercise will once again become routine;
That time spent with the boyz will be quality time (not frazzled Mommy barking orders and trying unsuccessfully to fulfill the needs of 3 children simultaneously);
That I will go to bed no later than 10 p.m.; and
That I will actually be able to sit and converse with Hubby in the evenings.
Yet the rational side of me knows that this will not be the case. That in order for the above to happen, that *I* need to figure out what's important. To shift my priorities. To get my shit together.
It would be so much easier if I could just be cloned.