I spent a good portion of my day today defining my life goals and trying to create a time-map in which I achieve said goals. I’m not sure how it went, but I can tell you that on Google Calendars I have lots and lots of blue boxes with event titles like CLEAN UP SUPPER; VOLUNTEER; HELP KIDS WITH HOMEWORK. Hmmm. There are no empty boxes, which means if you call me and you are not on the time-map (and believe me, there is no room for phone calls on my time-map), you have completely wrecked my day.
The reason I created the time-map is that each day, the minutes turn into hours and then it’s 10:30 and I’m wondering, “What did I do all day? It exhausted me, whatever it was.” We are entering year #3 of being a stay-at-home mom with no stay-at-home kids, and reality has set in. I am no closer to being organized. I have read many more books about organization and time management than I had this time two years ago, but that is about it. I feel like, in order to validate being at home for approximately 6.5 hours every day with minimal interruptions, the house should be respectable, I should be running some sort of profitable home-based business, and clothes should be neatly folded and in drawers. Is that too much to ask? I don’t even know; all I know is I’m not there. And the guilt…I don’t even know what drawer to put the guilt in.