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I organized the hospitality drawer.

The hospitality drawer is a drawer in our kitchen that Mike and I used to throw all the little extras that we saved from restaurants and hotels. Napkins, duck sauce, Wendy's chili crackers, sugar packets, Domino's parmasean cheese, Taco Bell sauce and the like.
Before, it was just a huge assorted mess, which was kind of overwhelming once we started running low on stuff and I had to go rummaging around.
So I organized it into neat little bags. Now when my dad asks for jelly, I can open up the drawer and quickly see that, no, I still don't have any jelly.

Someone put googly eyes on my phone at work. It was a great day.

Tomorrow night, I plan to drive to Savannah, have a nice dinner, spend some wedding store credit (OMG TOASTER), buy Mike some new jeans, maybe get some ice cream...

This is after, of course, we go to the DMV to get my name changed on my license. I was able to get my social security number changed through the mail. I used food stamps.

My food stamps:

I had to buy these from the government.

I'm not even sure Mike wants new jeans. He ripped his only pair chasing after Sam in the backyard, so his Fridays haven't been casual for weeks.

I offered to take him shopping for his birthday, but I realized that was more like a punishment than a gift, since he really hates shopping and trying on clothes. But I can't just buy him stuff and expect him to like it, much less wear it.

Me: I should've just bought you something for your birthday. 

Mike: I'll use my birthday money, I promise.

Me: But I feel like I have this outstanding loan to you. A Michael payable.

Mike: Well, at least I'm not charging you interest.

Me: Are you sure?

Mike: Yes...unless you're interested.

Can you believe I laughed at that? I laughed at that pun. 

I was also on some mild painkillers at the time, but still. I laughed.

Something has been heavy on my heart lately.

Something that I went years thinking at which I was good.

Time management.

In school, this meant getting all your S done before the deadlines.

But now, it's more to make sure life doesn't just pass me by.

I was talking to my dad about this, and he says time isn't moving faster. We just have more "landmarks" than children do, so it just appears to go by faster now than when we were kids.

I've done some of my own research. Here are the things that take the most time:

1. Sleeping

2. Watching TV

3. Miscellaneous crap like reading the mail, checking Facebook, doing chores, plucking eyebrows, picking out your outfit for the next day

Which is why weekends go by so fast because I'm mainly sleeping, watching TV, and doing chores. Mystery solved.

This is how a typical workday is for me:

7:00 - wake up

7 - 7:15 - get dressed/makeup

7:15-7:20 Go downstairs, get coffee

7:20 -7:50ish Bible study

7:50 - 8:05 pack lunch, brush teeth, unload the dishwasher if I feel so inclined

8:05-8:22 commute

8:22 - 8:30 walk across parking lot

8:30 - 5 work

5 - 5:07 walk across parking lot

5:07 - 5:30 commute

5:30 - 7 change clothes, eat dinner, watch shows with Mike

7 - 10 ACTIVITIEEEEEEEEEEES

10 - 10:30 shower/dry hair/read Pillars of the Earth

10:30 - 11ish go to bed

What's interesting to note is that it takes me one more minute to walk from the car to work than it does to walk from work to the car. True story.

Activities include fun ones like playing guitar, sewing, and blogging, but it also includes unfun ones like exercising, cleaning, mowing, and paying bills.

But 7-10 just goes by SO FAST for me at night. Sometimes I just sit on the couch thinking about things and then BAM it's 9 already. 

I feel an Enya song coming on. 

whoooooo can say where the rooooad goessssssssssss where they day flowssssss only tiiiiiiiiiiiiime

So I've thought about how I can shove an extra hour in the day. 

How about getting up at 6 instead of 7?

Theoretically, I'd wake up, and get exercise out of the way. I'd have a nice breakfast and maybe clean some around the house. Or I could sew a little and study German/write my German pen pal (oh yes- I have one now!). 

Then do my normal routine starting at 7:15 or so and go to work.

That way, when I come home, I don't have to exercise, and I can just do more activities. But then I feel like I'd get tired an hour earlier, and then it'd just be my same routine with one hour shifted to the front.

Plus, when I get tired, I can't do anything useful anyway. I start acting like a computer that hasn't had a Windows update in a while.

So that's the caviat. The catch 22. The way Milo Minderbinder buys eggs from himself and sells them to himself to make a profit.

I don't really enjoy costume jewelry,

TWS