Thursday, October 14, 2010

Stepford Syndrome

Fed the family, fed the dogs, walked/jogged 7 miles, researched half-marathons, spoke to my Grandma on the phone, lifted weights, did the dishes and the laundry, wiped up counters and floors, dropped off kids, picked up kids (4tripstotal), talked to my sister, hosted a playdate, spoke to my neighbor lady, helped with homework, played with dogs, made blondies, walked Zack to playdate, talked to Jen on the phone, emailed, marked up the calendar, supported a fundraiser, addressed packages, looked for costumes, listened to football stats, welcomed my husband home, read during football practice, listened to a book on tape, watched Dexter with Greg. Laughed, lived, loved.


I went to bed, wondering where my day went. Where all my days go. And why I don't get more done.

Seeing it in print is helpful. But why do I feel like I'm spinning my wheels?


Jennifer said...

Lived, laughed, loved...those are the big three. You're getting a lot done.

That said, I know the feeling. The hours go by like minutes, or so the Eagles sang.

Stu said...

"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives."

Sorry, it just popped into my head. My roommate in collage watched it every day.


Stephanie Breuner said...

Yup. I'm with you.

Anonymous said...

I think spending a week write it down would be a good exercise for all of us. And show the husbands and mother-in-laws what we do all day.

Then again, when the hell will we fit in writing it all down?

Fantastic Forrest said...

I would like to lodge a complaint about the misleading title of this post. Here I'd hoped to read that all the women in your community were domestic drones, and you were eager to return to us, the wild women here.

Instead, it sounds like you are having fun and that you and the fam are making friends, you're staying fit, and keeping in touch with - ahem - SOME of us.

Quityerbitchin. You're living the good life, sister. XOXOX