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Time keeps on slipping…

I don’t know how people do it. Have a life after work, that is. Every day I have big plans of things I am going to accomplish after work. Errands to run, stuff around the house, exercise, etc. But the fact of the matter is, by the time I leave work, I am just wiped out. All I want to do is go home and crash. And by crash, I mean collapse and veg, not sleep….because I’m definitely still having issues with that part. I’ve got to break this cycle somehow. Because trying to catch up on everything on the weekends sucks.

I’m beginning to think you have to be a morning person to get things done. The day is just not long enough. Although, my fleeting experience as a morning person simply meant that I got to work earlier, but still left just as late and just as exhausted. Maybe I need better vitamins. And less coffee. And more exercise.

On a happy note, did I mention my dad sold my Mazda?! For about $500 more than I ever thought I would get for it. I’m convinced part of that is the difference between Dallas and Beaumont. The other part? Tax refund season. The only downside is, they financed it. So here’s hoping they pay it off. At least I’ve gotten their downpayment applied to my balance on the Acura. Hooray for less debt!

Daylight Savings

I love that I got an extra hour of sleep last night (because yes, for once, I was asleep before 2am), but I HATE that it is pitch dark outside by 6pm.  For someone that has serious problems driving at night, it’s a huge inconvenience.  And I am not looking forward to it being dark when I leave work every night.  That walk across the parking lot is kind of creepy.  Only seeing daylight in the morning on the way to work is kind of depressing, too, if you asked me. 

I should really learn to get up earlier and taking care of some things around the house before work.  By the time I get home, there’s just not enough hours left and all I want to do is relax.

I was supposed to clean house today.  I managed to do the dishes, a load or two of laundry, and vacuum my bedroom.  That’s not even a third of what needs to be done.  I seriously think Santa should bring me a maid for Christmas.  And a yard boy.  And a handyman. 

I’ve used up 24.5 points so far today.  So I’m half a point into my weekly flex points for today (4.5 total out of 35 since Friday).  That’s not too bad considering.  It’s weird keeping track again.  I realize how way out of bounds my eating has been.  I shudder to think how many points my “normal” day had reached on a regular basis.  But enough looking back.