Sweet A$$ Time

Sometimes, I waste time.

It’s not that I have a problem with it or anything. Actually, I’m rather fond of time, especially if it’s free and has my name written all over it.

Truthfully, I’m an enormous fan of time. I obsessively keep track of it with my schedules and calendars. I monopolize it. I wonder how it got away from me. And, I always want more of it.

If I could, I’d recycle it. ‘Cuz I’m green like that.

I’d re-do it ‘til I got it right. Those precious moments would get recycled over and over- Christmas mornings, birthdays and endless summer days.

I’d even reduce time a bit- throw away those ugly moments that are cowering in the closet.

I used to be pretty aggressive in my approach to time. (See “Wanted Dead or Alive- My Free Time”).

Now, as the girls are getting older and I have a few moments to myself while they’re in preschool and kindergarten, I have learned spare time does come….well….. in good time.

So, maybe I should re-phrase “wasting time”.

I’m not wasting it.
I’m savoring it.
Doing nothing. Feet up. With some chocolate.

Ahhh….It’s about time.
Don’t ‘cha think?


Sure took its sweet a$$ time, though.