Nobody had enough time in a day, enough days in a week. I’m not special. Everyone wishes they had more time. Time for hobbies, for friends, to relax. Time for themselves.
Time is the thing I miss the most. I’m coming to terms with out new financial situation. But my lack of time is an adjustment I’m finding hard. I don’t mean time to see friends or go to movies. That is not even on the horizon. I need to be two places at once all the time. I need to be at work so we can live, but I need to be at home to do chores. I am constantly having to pick one kid or the other because I cannot be in two places. My days start before the sun rises and end late into the night and I still can’t get it all done. With money came the luxury of having some things taken care of, like laundry and clean floors. Now it’s all on me. Again, I’m not special. But when you are broken, tired, struggling to keep your sad kids not so sad, time is a luxury. Because I would much rather sit with my kids and watch a movie than do chores. I would love to be at all their activities. I get help. My dad pitches in, my friends too. But then I miss out. And they are sad when I’m not there. Right now, they want me.
Everyone wishes they had more time. But when you are alone, with no one to pick up the slack, no one to help, when it falls on you…. Extra time is the luxury I miss the most.