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 projectThought about what to make for dinnerPicked up various toys that tend to pile up in the kitchen and put them awaySifted through the mound of papers my oldest brought home from school, and made him an afternoon snackLooked at the pile of laundry in my closet, frowned and walked awayRead in that stack of school papers that Griffin no longer needs a shoebox top for classTold my 4-year-old we needed to get him changed for soccer class, where he told me he didn't want to goPut the shoebox top awayThought again about what to make for dinner, and stared at the inside of our freezerConsidered sorting that pile of laundry, but made oatmeal cookies insteadTalked to Greg about these weekly chats with Hayden, who doesn't seem to like soccerAte cookie doughLooked at pile of laundry one more timeChose to skip soccer, and accepted that Hayden's just not into itDecided against cooking, and loaded the fam up to go grab a biteReturned home, and heard my 4-year-old say..."Hey, why didn't I go to soccer?"
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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 projectThought about what to make for dinnerPicked up various toys that tend to pile up in the kitchen and put them awaySifted through the mound of papers my oldest brought home from school, and made him an afternoon snackLooked at the pile of laundry in my closet, frowned and walked awayRead in that stack of school papers that Griffin no longer needs a shoebox top for classTold my 4-year-old we needed to get him changed for soccer class, where he told me he didn't want to goPut the shoebox top awayThought again about what to make for dinner, and stared at the inside of our freezerConsidered sorting that pile of laundry, but made oatmeal cookies insteadTalked to Greg about these weekly chats with Hayden, who doesn't seem to like soccerAte cookie doughLooked at pile of laundry one more timeChose to skip soccer, and accepted that Hayden's just not into itDecided against cooking, and loaded the fam up to go grab a biteReturned home, and heard my 4-year-old say..."Hey, why didn't I go to soccer?"
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