To say life is a little crazy lately is to say Justin Bieber sings a little like a girl. Between teaching, grading papers, prepping two kids for school, trying to be a somewhat good wife, cleaning (what's that?!), blogging, blog reading, writing, revising, querying, reading, critiquing, tutoring,... Yeah, alright - you get it. I'm busy. But who isn't these days?
Andbutso a while back I did this post on making time for EVERYTHING. Lately I've felt the need to revisit. And tweak it.
To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose during the school year…
A time to play Legos and a time to put on SpongeBobICarlyWizards while I
A time to drive fifteen minutes to work and a time to hash out that murky part of my novel while driving
A time to hang out with my husband and a time to praise Ducks (his hangout after a soccer game) so I have a night to write
A time to exercise and a time to take the kids to McDonalds
A time to praise God for my mother—totally would be a full-time SAHM without her
A time to renew my National Board Certification and a time to commiserate about the process with old friends
A time for a three-hour catch-up chat with the wri-be-fri and a time to feel completely rejuvenated and confident about writing
A time to thank God for eve-ry-thing and a time to implore Him for an agent
A time to do laundry and a time to ignore the dust-bunnies and let my house be condemned
A time to submerge myself in the Twitter-verse and the Blog-o-sphere and a time to turn off the Internet and play with my imaginary friends
A time for just one more school-oriented meeting and a time for me to outline the next five chapters during said meetings (SHHHH)
A time to Facebook while sitting in my son’s doorway—waiting for him to go to sleep
A time to grade papers and a time to procrastinate them just one more day
A time to be a wallflower with my online writing group and a time to feel I'm not going it alone
A time to write and write and write (even if the clock’s struck two-ish) and a time to hit the sheets before midnight because I have to teach complex fractions the next day
A time to fret about my daughter being in middle school and a time to play Barbies because if I blink she might just have graduated high school
A time to have a beer. Or two. Or eight. (Haha—just kidding. Maybe.)
A time to plan a fabulous new activity for Algebra II and a time to scrap it when your ninety minutes gets shortened to sixty for an impromptu fire drill and surprise survey
A time to watch my husband’s soccer team play and a time to catch up with my long-lost best friend
A time to take my children to soccer or dance or whatever and a time to edit, edit, edit!
A time to read to my children and a time for us to all sit in the same room—engaged in our own silent reading
A time to wait in the orthodontist office and a time to
A time for IEPs and PEPs and NCLB and a time to say screw it and just let me teach
A time to have a date night with my husband—because he definitely deserves my time too
A time to struggle teaching my son to ride a bike and a time to just carry him and relish in the fact that he’s not totally grown
A time to review my critique partners' work and a time to fall in love with so many awesome characters
A time to indulge in tap-u-topia and a time to skip my dance class because I haven’t seen my family in three days
A time for teaching and meetings and tutoring and fundraisers and a time to just ignore everything and close the door on the tanning bed for ten mind-numbing minutes
And a time to write. I don’t care if I have to down five cans of Red Bull, there NEEDS to be a time to write.
SOOOO - what do you make time for?