It is that magical hour. That time of day when I am no longer ‘on the clock,’ no longer answering messages for my day job, but when my son is not yet home from daycare. That hour when I frantically run around the house, trying to get as much done as humanly possible. It’s that hour when I try to be as productive as I possibly can be.
When I was younger and lived the crazy single life, I dated a guy whose friends called him ‘the elf’ (just stay with me here a minute, it’ll relate soon). He had this uncanny ability to wake in the middle of the night, after a night of partying, and clean the house. Sometimes, I’m not sure he even remembered doing it. But his friends and roommate would wake from their drunken sleep-state to find the house miraculously beer bottle-free and smelling of lemons. Now I am that guy, err, gal… I am the elf, but the bottles I am cleaning up contain milk and although vomit may be involved, it usually isn’t a surprising discovery in a corner of the living room as I clean the next morning.
Yes, I’d love to be out shopping for this hour, or even working out or on the phone with a friend, but I often have this uncontrollable need to tidy up, simply so my hurricane of a child can enter the house and undo it all. I actually take some level of pride, gain some sense of accomplishment at all that I can get done. Yes, I know, life isn’t a track meet, it’s a marathon. But that doesn’t stop this little Energizer bunny from trying to do it all.
But really, what is the point? A lot of people these days are talking about getting up early to get the day started off right, or about having a nightly routine to make the morning go smoothly. And while I don’t disagree there, I have always been a night owl and getting up any earlier than absolutely necessary is not something I’m a fan of. And let’s face I, I am exhausted at the end of the day and if I manage to get a lunch packed for myself, that’s a miracle. My ritual, my time to make it all happen, is during that 5 – 6 p.m. timeframe. And trust me, I don’t always even get that. So when it does happen, I pack in all I can. I am certainly going to at least get in a load of laundry while microwaving some veggies and cooking some chicken nuggets, while also fitting in a few personal emails and paying some bills. Then maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to focus more on my family when they get home.
While it may not always be the ideal time, every busy woman must find a time to get things done that works for her own schedule. Even though I love sitting around and relaxing on a Saturday morning, I’ve often found this to be one of my most productive times in the week. My husband is home to watch our son, cartoons are on, and the house is generally calm. When is your ideal time (or necessary time) to get things done? When are you most productive?
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