I remember the days when I started dating Liz. This was some ten years ago: I was in a band and she was wrapping up work on her PhD. It was great times. We both had super flexible schedules and as such could meet during the day, go out all night, nothing mattered. Because, hey, let's face it. There wasn't some pressing thing to take care of in the morning. So we slept in. Every. Day. Comedy is that despite this preposterously open schedule, all we talked about what just how busy we were. My gosh, Liz's adviser didn't like the direction of the thesis and asked her to do even more research on the topic and that mean, [gasp], loads of journal reading. Me? I had to write the odd crossword just to pay the rent, but heck, this was during peak Sudoku and the world like Japanese-named logic puzzles. Plus, I was in a band and that meant going around and playing shows, and of course the interminable hours of travel getting to said shows. Our schedules were back-breaking.
Of course I'm being completely sarcastic because that schedule is a walk in the park compared to today now that we've got a little peanut in our lives. She needs us all the time. Check that. All. The. Time. And then you add all the parade of activities she has to go to: preschool! Play dates! Ballet! Piano! Soccer! And all that's before we include our own jobs. Jobs? That's wrong. Careers. Better. We can't help but burst out laughing demonically: "we used to say we were so busy back then. If we only knew." And the fact is, we still don't know. I keep waiting for the day when I say my schedule becomes a little less crazy making. And it may come, and it may not. But one things for sure, when I say "I'm so busy" today, I actually mean it.
My kingdom for doing nothing again.
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