To be clear, you may have all the time in the world, but I do not.

I have maybe, if I’m lucky, one third of the time that you have. I have an 11 month-old that wakes up between 6 and 7:30 every day. She naps from 10:30 to 12:30. That’s my shower, do dishes, clean the house, pay the bills, get projects done time. I used to be able to feed myself while she eats, but apparently it now upsets her so I squeeze eating into that time as well. That’s also my quiet time. My drink my coffee hot time. My chill out time. Please don’t fuck with that time!

When you want to come see her and show up an hour late (30 minutes into her nap) sorry but it’s not happening. If I have five minutes right now to go over something with you and you’re too busy pinning stuff on Pinterest to pay attention to our conversation, don’t worry I’ve already decided that I’m done talking to you.

The thing is, I juggle a lot. I don’t like limbo. I don’t like surprises. And I definitely don’t like procrastinators. So as I’m sitting here, nursing my baby, trying to stay awake, and motivate myself to take out the trash and do laundry after she goes down, all I can think of is if only I had more time…