Woohoo! I’m free!
Are they ok? Wait, doesn’t one of them have a stomachache?
I’m a bad mom for needing to send them away.
I’m so happy!
Breathe slowly, you idiot!
I’m really gonna enjoy my time off this time.
I’m not going to waste it.
I have to stop at this store first.
Dang it, they don’t have it.
Just one more store.
They don’t have it.
Argh! I’ve wasted a whole hour. For no reason!
Drive home faster so you can relax faster, you dork.
This anxiety attack is giving me an anxiety attack because I’m wasting time on the anxiety attack.
What do I even want to do? What do I even like anymore?
Oh, lemme just look up this thing online. Maybe I can find it.
Dang it! You wasted another HOUR!
Ok, Melissa, buckle down and write. For real. It’s the only thing that helps you.
Virus warning? WTF??
Did I lose that work? NO NO NO NO NO NO
I’m gonna stare at this ceiling for a while in the depths of despair like Anne of Green Gables.
ONE HOUR LEFT? LOOK AT THIS MESS! Why haven’t I cleaned anything?
What is wrong with you?
[pace, pace, pace] Which mess should I start with? The worst one or the easiest one? When was the last time I cleaned this dog bowl? OMG.
Maybe I should put on some music. Or take a bath. Those things always help.
Music. Ok, Talking Heads is my cleaning music.
“Slippery People”? How can I not dance to this? Dancing helps anxiety. Dance it off!
Wow, why can’t I dance like that when people are around?
Maybe I’ll unload a few dishes while dancing.
Wait, look at that pile of clean clothes.
Look away. Look at it again.
I really need to clean the toilet. Maybe I can dance-clean the toilet.
Ok, focus, Melissa. Sit down and make a list. Prioritize.
Look at that pile of clothes! JUST LOOK AT IT!
Oh, wow, DJ Shadow? [lost in a romantic college-era dorm-room Christmas-light trance]
OMGosh I have to LEAVE TO PICK UP THE TWINS!
Wait, I didn’t eat.
Isn’t it a beautiful day outside? Why wasn’t I outside?
[start the car]
Get it together, woman!
2 thoughts on “Diary of a Woman Who Has Three Hours to Herself (to Squish In Everything)”
I remember those days of he’s gone for 3 hrs. what to do. 3 days a week I went straight to the gym and did the workout thing first. When I got home there was a stack of post it notes with chores and pamper moments. It was a gamble as to which I would get when I walked in. I would pick a post it off the clip board and whatever it was I did that job. Scrub a toilet, manicure, dye my hair, mop the kitchen, bake brownies, hard boil egg, clean the ceiling fan blades, mending basket work, sort odd socks…. If I had to figure out what to do, I’d never get anything done, so I left it to fate.
If I picked a tough ugly and finished it, I treated myself to a Dark Chocolate square.
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I like that grab-a-post-it-note chore system!! Genius. I’ll have to try that. Glad you could relate to my insanity.