tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post4857536246092634676..comments2023-10-18T06:48:47.126-05:00Comments on Not to brag . . .: "I want my two hours!" (sans the riding over the cliff)mephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074153090546740903noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-84678064154509536612010-12-03T13:43:01.410-06:002010-12-03T13:43:01.410-06:00My two hours are spent multi-tasking. Watching a s...My two hours are spent multi-tasking. Watching a show with the hubby, reading a blog or ten, responding to emails. But if have to make a phone call, decorate the tree, clean, fill in the blank, then those quiet hours go away. As they seem to have been doing a lot lately. And then I get behind and my Reader has 1000+ posts that need to be read and my inbox is crazy full and our DVR is 95% full. And I have friends that I've barely spoken or corresponded with in forever. I'm living for the days that Heather talks about, when we have those hours and more. Sigh.CaraBeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-14927864431355895622010-12-02T17:58:27.654-06:002010-12-02T17:58:27.654-06:00I spend it online. Way too often...I spend it online. Way too often...tracey.becker1@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09606831315390042198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-36047664483643275982010-12-02T13:28:11.941-06:002010-12-02T13:28:11.941-06:00I'm telling you, you need 11 hours. Aim high. ...I'm telling you, you need 11 hours. Aim high. Nothing wrong with that, right? Worst case scenario, you split the difference and get 6.5 hours. Which is still 300% better than two. Ask Santa real nice-like and bet you get your gift!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01052974611847593526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-85475948283686331902010-12-02T09:38:25.242-06:002010-12-02T09:38:25.242-06:00No such thing as 2 hours here.
More like "gr...No such thing as 2 hours here.<br /><br />More like "grab a minute when you can."<br /><br />It doesn't stop.<br /><br />My husband finally is realizing this.<br /><br />ALso: I have a poem up today that I thought of you when I typed it in, I thought, "MEP will really feel ths one."<br /><br />I love to torture you like that, you're easy. (love you)Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-63302739914861244732010-12-02T08:34:19.510-06:002010-12-02T08:34:19.510-06:00TWO hours? I would settle for two minutes.
My lov...TWO hours? I would settle for two minutes.<br /><br />My love, is there any way I can subscribe to your blog? I so dearly lurve you and I'm so much better when the little emails come in... because I am a space cadet... you know...dusty earth motherhttp://www.dustyearthmother.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-2524569133545523832010-12-01T07:59:36.051-06:002010-12-01T07:59:36.051-06:00I am looking into my crystal ball with a predictio...I am looking into my crystal ball with a prediction...in five years, you will get your two hours, I promise.<br /><br />What will you do until then?<br /><br />Fight desperately for any amount of time you can, and forgive yourself when you don't finish your to-do list/meet a goal/have a messy house/have a crabby day. When you are knee-deep in baby and toddler hood, this is the only way to make it out with your sanity (almost) intact.<br /><br />Once the older two kids were in school and Gabe turned four, I suddenly had that two hours, and sometimes more. Next year (don't be jealous), all three kids will be in school all day long. If I could send some of my hours your way, you know I would!Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10916853180728593287noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-19894145623584813172010-11-30T23:34:25.153-06:002010-11-30T23:34:25.153-06:00It is 12:22 and I am about 20 minutes into my 2 ho...It is 12:22 and I am about 20 minutes into my 2 hours...I stay up late for the precious silence, but certainly won't be up til 2 to fully cash in on it tonight. Had I not had some business work to finish for tomorrow, I would have spent two hours this evening doing the following: walking on the treadmill (a recent addition inspired by your tread), watching DVR'd shows, making lists of what I'd like to get done, surfing the internet for Christmas gifts, going into the storage room to take inventory of what I've already bought, washing my Christmas dishes so we can start using them, putting away my Thanksgiving decorations, setting up the mini Christmas trees I bought for the porch, and perhaps sending an email or two from an acutal computer instead of from my phone or itouch. Those are just off the top of my head...LAPnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-9027517411929534872010-11-30T22:37:36.115-06:002010-11-30T22:37:36.115-06:00I am totally trying to get my two hours in right n...I am totally trying to get my two hours in right now, even though the two hours just got eaten up by me folding laundry, moving piles around, getting more Christmas crap out, wrapping up Christmas books (don't ask -- sounded good until Dec. 1 was tomorrow), all while trying to FINALLY make it through a three week old episode of Glee. Then I remembered I hadn't made coffee, so I had to do that, too, and now L. will soon be awake for his "middle of the night" feeding. Guess I spent that two hours trying to do everything I can't do one-handed.<br />I feel you, sister.E...https://www.blogger.com/profile/04405932437380095945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3436677792458357476.post-23051176564107657962010-11-30T21:30:05.528-06:002010-11-30T21:30:05.528-06:00Oh, man, I know this cycle. Too often, I DO stay u...Oh, man, I know this cycle. Too often, I DO stay up late to get my two hours in (like, um, now). Then it's seven Dr. Peppers to make it through the next day. But I still keep doing it. <br /><br />That's pretty much the definition of insanity right there, isn't it? Wait, don't answer that.Staciahttp://myfluffybunnies.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com