They come, they go, they’re like the damn sands through the hourglass.
And there are a certain number of activities that, bluntly put, take up WAY too much of that time.
Like cooking, for instance — and by this I mean: Any preparation of any food. Ever. Pouring cereal is stupidly time-consuming. Food should appear in my bowl (and coffee in my cup) when I and my family need it. And the occasions on which meal prep is fun (Thanksgiving, pretty much the whole week of Passover, when my kids are excited about it, baking) do not negate this fact in the least. They merely mitigate the suffering.
Also? Showering. What is up with that? The truth is that my time actually under the water is pretty consistently 10 minutes, no matter how fast I’m hurrying or how much I’m luxuriating (these tend to subtract or add about two minutes, respectively), and showering is, you know: Ok. I don’t mind it. So that’s ok.
But all the time surrounding those 10 minutes! The warming up of the water, the getting out of clothes and later into a towel. The hair care — omg the haircare! Who has five minutes for that?
Furthermore, sleep. Now, I know that you all are going to say “But Emily, we need sleep to live,” and ohhh-kaaay. Fine. We need sleep to live. But why on earth does it take so much time to be useful? It’s true that I cheat almost every day of my life, getting somewhere between six and seven hours of sleep, and thus am able to snatch another hour or two from the sleep monster, but come on. Why can’t we make do with five hours? Or four. I could probably spare four. In a pinch.
Other things that take too much time include: Errands of any nature, driving anywhere, blog maintenance (not the writing. Just the pulling of the levers).
I mean seriously. I have books to read.