Nine Hours

In Nine Hours, my baby will be once again starting school.

Three days a week, I will have about two and a half hours to run around doing things that are better done sans kids. Cleaning. Shopping. Research in the library. I already have this week booked, lest there be no week 2, like last time. First morning helping mom with the business books. Wednesday a visit to Joey's school. Friday, my friend Christina and I are going to paint the town red (who let us loose on an unsuspecting world?) I guess putting the Christmas decorations back in the attic will have to wait until next week.

I wonder how many times I will use that formula: x will have to wait until next week. Seven and a half hours to get things done. How quick can I fill those precious minutes?

Ah yes. Dreams of time. When I get caught up to myself (oh HA HA), I am going to do a little stitching, maybe brush up on some cooking. I will work on the blog and website projects I have been putting off. I'll get the downstairs bathroom finished, my own bathroom finished, maybe get the dinosaur curtains made for Andy and completely re-do Joey's room. I'll clean out the hall closets. I'll get my own bedroom to rights- or at least carve a walkable path through it. The garden will get mulched and weeded, and a new lockable gate installed. Time.

Nine hours from right now, my little baby goes off to school. I will have three fewer morning a week to go to the farm, or wander around Walmart with him, or watch dinosaurs with him. Three less mornings a week to take him to the gym, and split a milkshake after. Three less mornings a week of his hugs and kisses and demands for dinosaur snaks.

Nine hours.

And counting.