In case you missed it (and you possibly did because I don’t think I fully blogged about it), I almost spontaneously combusted a few weeks ago. Not from the heat, (although considering I live in Darwin, and it’s the hottest time of year, that would be a fair assumption), but rather from crazy busyness.
Apparently, I thought I was superwoman and able to look after a house, a husband, four children, a blog and work a stupid amount of hours every week, and do it all well.
Turns out I can’t. Rather than being some kind of superhero, I instead morph into a crazy lady rocking in the corner alternating between tears and tantrums.t
It’s not really a good look.
Upon the discovery of this sad truth, I was faced with an option. Either continue down this crazy road and fall apart in a heap approximately two days after Christmas (hopefully not before), or just cut back on something, and try to juggle things as best as I can. Seeing as I can’t cut back on my kids or husband (and move to Uzbekistan like I wrote about yesterday), and that my house is still yet to develop its own self-cleaning function, that left me with two options.
The blog and work.
Now before you panic and think I won’t be writing any more, don’t fear; the blog is staying. This is, after all, a great source of my sanity. No blog would probably accelerate the rate at which I end up in the corner. Or Uzbekistan.
So I confessed my lack of superheroness to my manager, and faced with the knowledge that if he didn’t give me fewer hours, he would lose me entirely, I find myself with approximately 12 extra hours of free time a week.
And I have to say, it feels exhilarating.
Do you know what you can do with an extra 12 hours? How much you can accomplish?
I do, and it’s pretty amazing!
In twelve hours, you can sleep.
Have you tried sleep lately? It’s awesome! It really makes you feel like a whole new person. One or two extra hours a night, one or two nights a week, means the world of difference.
In twelve hours, you can have sex with your husband.
Again, I ask, have you tried that lately? Because that’s pretty darn great too! Being home at night and actually seeing each other, is a real romance boost. Who would have thought it? 😉
In twelve hours, you can blog.
A few weeks ago, it was taking me literally all week to get around to IBOT reading. Now I’m back to getting it done in a few days, which means more time to write more blogs. This makes me insanely happy!
In twelve hours, you can run 8.4kms.
Not 8.5 though apparently. Boatman says it’s better to run 8.4 because it’s an even number, but 8.5 sounds like a more rounded number so the jury is out on whether I was successful or not.
In twelve hours, you can get on top of emails.
Can you taste that freedom? A clean inbox is almost as good as chocolate in my book.
In fact give me chocolate and a spam free computer, and I’m pretty much on cloud nine.
In twelve hours, you can get your e-book sorted.
It’s taken me months to get around to getting my book into electronic version, but thankfully, at this rate, it should be available by Christmas 🙂
In twelve hours, you can spend time with your kids.
Remember those little people who at some point become another to-do list? They are actually awesome human beings who are great fun to be around. 12 hours will help you realise that.
In twelve hours, you can discover that only two of your Facebook friends are nerdier than you when it comes to Candy Crush.
Yep, I’ve reached the point where there are only two names to give life to on each level. I’m not sure if I’m proud, or ashamed of this fact.
Maybe a little of both?
In twelve hours, you can clean your house.
Albeit, you may not want to, but the option is there.
In twelve hours you can google the things that are important to you.
I’ve spend lot’s of time checking out the riders for the A21 Freedom Campaign. A group of individuals riding 12ookm’s across Europe in 10 days to highlight human trafficking. If these guys aren’t inspirational, I don’t know what is.
In twelve hours, you can stop, and sit and realise that life is not just supposed to be crazy busy, but enjoyed and lived to the fullest.
How awesome are 12 hours?
What would you do with an extra 12 hours a week?