Monday mornings are wonderful. The entire week is ahead of you and you wake up thinking of all the things you are going to accomplish this week – starting today!! You get out of bed running a mental list through your head of what needs to be done, what you want to do first, and, for me, I walk down the hall, sit down at my desk and write out my list for the day – the things I want to get done – and I start.
Time can be a very fluid thing. Most of the time, it seems to move so much faster than one would expect. On Mondays, it just flies – and I am certain it is one of those universe sense of humor things that happens just so the universe can once again laugh at our poor pathetic attempts to get ahead.
Now time and I don’t exactly have a great working relationship. Ask anyone who expected me to be anywhere at a specified time. I am always late. But it is not by intention nor design, it is because of time and my foolish expectations that there is enough time to do all the things on my list in a day. I have a tendency to think, let me just do this one thing before I go, and that one thing always takes longer than I think it will take and I am late – again.
So today I wrote down my list with the best of intentions to get everything done. Then I heard that my sister was fighting with a new shawl pattern so I had to stop everything to grab some yarn and needles and see if I could figure out how to do it with her. Then came the posts from school – seems Markus grabbed one of my bathing suits when he grabbed his towel for swimming today and they thought he stole it and he did not know it was mine or where it came from and started accusing his brother of putting it in his back pack, who then got mad at the teachers for questioning him about it as he denied he put anything in his brother’s backpack and it all ended up with the principal and e-mails back and forth to me all afternoon. In between the phone started ringing with calls from other attorneys and court clerks that were not on my list. Then the boys came home and we had to talk about accusing brothers rather than saying “I don’t know”. Then listening to Chip work out a new pouch design and closure. And now it is 6:30 p.m. – I still don’t have my 7 inches knit on the leg of my sock, I have not gone through all the mail, I billed very little time and I did not have time to do the post on dancing that I intended to do about Gram. Sigh.
Maybe tomorrow I will find more time.