This whole change of seasons thing is really screwing me up. I keep forgetting that, the closer we get to the end of June, the longer the days are getting, and as a result, I keep thinking it is earlier in the day than it really is. Case in point, I did not even begin to think about fixing dinner last night until it started getting dark outside. 6:30, right? Yeah, maybe four months ago . . .
I keep going back to Ironman. It is times like these that I really do believe that life would be so much easier if I had a Jarvis. I would have “someone” who could look things up on the internet for me while I am driving down the road and then report back. I would never have to worry about texing while driving or any of that because I could do it all through voice commands. Jarvis could read my texts to me and I could dictate to him. He could also make my calls for me and remind me of appointments – like the haircut I missed this afternoon.
My point is, while I am expected to keep everyone else on track, I need an assistant to keep me on track. A housekeeper to do the laundry and a cook would be nice, as well, but I don’t want to push it. And if I am going to round out my list of household dream staff, it would have to include a gardener, a chauffeur, and a personal trainer and fitness coach to get me working out on a regular basis. If I just didn’t have to worry about going to work, I would have loads more free time to get everything done. I would finally get all the stuff that needs to go to charity out of the house. Of course, my house would be empty then, and I would need to go shopping to get more stuff to fill it back up, but the point is I WOULD HAVE THE TIME.
At some point, my husband will be reading this, and I will know from the thunderous, echoing laughter coming from the vicinity of his workstation. He looks at me, when I make these complaints in person, and just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. The idea of me having an assistant (let alone a sentient computer designed to be able to anticipate all my needs and fulfill them) will be enough to make him fall off his chair laughing. Of course, then I will be blamed for his sore ribs (from laughing) and his sore bottom (from falling).
But back to me and my (non-existent) free time. It seems like there are more and more things in the world creating distractions for me. And unfortunately, when it comes to distractions, I am weak. I have no spine. After all, it is way more fun to sit and watch TV or play a video game than it is to do housework, like the aforementioned laundry. I am getting ready for a trip next week, and I am still trying to get all the laundry done and put away so that I can pack. I also know that, no matter how much laundry I get done, someone is going to want something out of the one load I didn’t get done. It just sort of works that way around here!
Someday, I know I will get caught up. The laundry will all be done. The dishes will all be washed and put away. The living room will be dusted and vacuumed. There will not be toys strewn all over the floor. The boxes in the garage that haven’t been unpacked since our last move will be emptied and gone. And all of these things will happen after the last child leaves home, and I have nothing else to do. And that will be a sad day, indeed. And it is coming way too soon.