Tick, Tick, Tick

You've heard the phrase "where does the time go?"

So true.

Things get crazy and the days run in to each other. Then I took a little inventory of exactly what I did one night last week. Figured maybe a little time management would squeeze out an extra hour or so. Here's how the evening rolled out...

Looked for a shoebox top for my oldest to take to school for a class project

Thought about what to make for dinner

Picked up various toys that tend to pile up in the kitchen and put them away

Sifted through the mound of papers my oldest brought home from school, and made him an afternoon snack

Looked at the pile of laundry in my closet, frowned and walked away

Read in that stack of school papers that Griffin no longer needs a shoebox top for class

Told my 4-year-old we needed to get him changed for soccer class, where he told me he didn't want to go

Put the shoebox top away

Thought again about what to make for dinner, and stared at the inside of our freezer

Considered sorting that pile of laundry, but made oatmeal cookies instead

Talked to Greg about these weekly chats with Hayden, who doesn't seem to like soccer

Ate cookie dough

Looked at pile of laundry one more time

Chose to skip soccer, and accepted that Hayden's just not into it

Decided against cooking, and loaded the fam up to go grab a bite

Returned home, and heard my 4-year-old say...

"Hey, why didn't I go to soccer?"