When I first quit my job, it felt like I was suddenly going to have SO MUCH time to DO ALL THE THINGS. I mean, I’m not sacrificing 8 hours a day to my job, so obviously that means I have all those extra hours to do things I want to do, right?
Yeah. Not so much, as it turns out.
School is requiring more hours than I anticipated. It’s actually making me a bit nervous because supposedly they started me with “easy” classes. It’s not so much that the content is hard, it’s just that it’s a lot of work. I worry about what will happen when the work is harder and there’s an equal amount, but I guess I have to give myself a chance to get back into the swing of things. It’s only been 6 weeks. These are short 8-week classes, so we’re working at an accelerated pace but only taking 2 classes at a time.
On top of classes, Charlotte’s teacher asked me to be room parent, which I eagerly agreed to. Turns out it’s also a lot more work than I anticipated, and the parents association is a total pain in the ass to deal with. I’m having major regrets.
Then there’s the usual household stuff. Groceries, meals, cleaning, vet appointments, etc. It adds up like crazy. I think I have time to tackle an organizational project or something, but that means something else ends up being sacrificed.
I really wanted to have free time to make things and to write. I’d be so happy if I could just sit here all day with a crafty project and blog to my heart’s content, but that’s not going to happen before I have to return to work.
I also had grand plans to finally sit down and organize our photos into Shutterfly albums. There are so many albums I want to make. I absolutely love having those custom albums around, even if they’re short and sweet. Unfortunately, they just take so much dang time. I even decided to try Shutterfly’s service where they design your album for you, but I’m not really thrilled with the results. It’s ok, but my standards are high. Blame it on my years working in marketing and design.
And then, there’s Snickers. The sweetest, most cuddly and playful asshole of a dog I’ve ever had. Nothing is safe when Snickers is around. She chews on EVERYTHING. If it’s on the floor or on a shelf she can reach, it’s hers. If it’s food and she can reach it, kiss it goodbye. She likes to “hide” her edible conquests outside next to a potted lemon tree as if we won’t see it there.
I was putting away groceries the other day and I must not have noticed her run off with an entire loaf of bread, because I found it out there by the lemon tree about an hour later. She has also chewed up TWO pairs of my prescription glasses, which caused huge problems for me last week. I can’t even legally drive without my glasses, but she chewed up my good ones and my backup pair. I had to rush out to get an eye exam because my prescription wasn’t current enough to be filled, and then I had to hit up Lens Crafters so that I could get glasses RIGHT NOW. I couldn’t wait the 10 days for the eye doc to order them for me.
She also has more energy than any dog I’ve ever known. She’ll be 3 in December, but she can easily out-play my mom’s 9 month old golden retriever. If she doesn’t get at least 2 miles of walks a day PLUS plenty of interactive play time, she is a total nightmare to live with.
When we went to Disneyland the other day, my parents watched the dogs for us. Snickers ended up running away from my dad as he was getting her inside. When we sat down to eat lunch at Disneyland, I realized I had a bunch of missed calls and 3 voicemails. 1 message was from my dad telling me he’d lost Snickers and that he’d been driving around the neighborhood looking for her for 45 minutes. Another call was from someone in my mom’s neighborhood who found her, but then lost her as he was getting the phone to call us. Then finally another message from my dad letting us know he finally found her. It’s terrible, but we both kind of just shrugged and said that her getting lost wouldn’t have been so awful.
I’m telling you, this dog is a nightmare. But then she cuddles into your lap at night, or we catch her playing so sweetly with Charlotte and we have no choice but to let her off the hook for being an asshole.
Point being, it all just seems to add up to not enough time. Never enough time. I’m glad I’m not taking these classes while working full time (not yet, anyway), because I can’t imagine how anything will get done when I am.