When I was pregnant, I had several people say something like, “you will just find the time.” I can’t say exactly what this comment meant to each person
who said it, but in my experience I have been very unsuccessful at “finding
time.” Instead, I have become
acutely aware of the seemingly small number of hours in a week. Work is an inflexible constant. For the remaining time, the only way to
make the math work for me has been to subtract activities so that I can add in
time with Oliver. It occurred to
me this weekend that there are several things on my subtraction list that I
miss like pedicures, yoga, massages and facials, pottery, getting my hair cut, shopping
for me, dinners out, and sleep.
But, it is not that I don’t have time to do these things. Joe is always offering/encouraging me
to take a Saturday morning and go to the spa or yoga class. It is that whenever I have to choose between one of these
activities and spending time with Oliver, I always choose Oliver.
With a kid this cute, fun and lovable, can you blame me!?