Thursday, April 12, 2007

So much to do, so little time ...

How does someone (me) who is at home all day, kids in school, find herself too busy to get everything done?

I know - it's a shocking state of affairs. And yet, it's true - I still do not have enough hours in the day to do everything I would like to do. You'd think that I would have long, leisurely days filled with hours and hours in which to shop, read, and generally have "me" time.

Yet anyone with children - well, anyone with a life, really - knows this isn't so. There is always some errand to be run, some worker to let in the house, an unexpected phone call, a surprise task. There are days when - horrors - I don't enough get around to updating my blog.

I didn't get around to posting yesterday. However, my back door is now fixed, I have arranged ground transport from the airport to the hotel in Chicago, my office desk is clean, I have a coffee table for the sunroom, and my gift wrapping closet is semi-organized. Plus I quickly re-read These Happy Golden Years in preparation for reading it to Sylvia.

(Side note: I am reading to her from the same set of books I read as a girl. I got them for my ninth birthday, end of third grade. The price tag on each book says 95 cents. The paper covers are completely dog-eared; some are in tatters. These Happy Golden Years is in possibly the worst shape - I think it was my favorite. I read those books over and over to myself, and I've read them through out loud three times. Did you read that they are updating the illustrations? Apparently girls of today no longer relate to Garth Williams' classic drawings - it's a sacrilege. My girls were outraged.)

So, in my absence yesterday, I was unable to comment on Don Imus. And now, he's gone. I didn't want him to be fired, just for the marketplace to work and for him to go that way. Did you read his comments about Gwen Ifel (from the Jim Lehrer Newshour - may have spelled that wrong)? Worse, almost, than what he said about the Rutgers women. I'm not sorry he's gone.

And I haven't had a chance to wax philosophic on reality TV. I predicted both of them correctly - I have no proof, as I didn't write about it here, but I did - truly! Though I only predicted the bottom two on AI, and it hardly took a genius - Haley was in the bottom two for the last couple of weeks, and her performance was weak. On DWTS, Leeza Gibbons was in the bottom two when the judges loved her. This week they hated her - you could see it coming a mile away. So yes, I predicted it, but it didn't take all that much foresight.

I've been feeling icky most of the afternoon; I've been forced to lie on the sofa reading. Rough day. But tomorrow Alison and I are off on a road trip - a mini-break with our friends Helen and Claire. Can't wait!

But for now, the TiVo'd Office awaits ...

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