Time to come clean

I haven’t been so great lately, about a couple of things.

Obviously, I haven’t blogged lately.  To follow that, I haven’t been following my fellow bloggers, either. 

And then there’s the morning thing.  When I first started this adventure, it was primarily to give myself some accountability to get out of bed in the morning.  And it worked. 

For a while.  Now I’m back to my old “hit the snooze until I just can’t stand it anymore” habit. 

The other morning, this translated into 90 minutes.

90 minutes!

That time is spent being neither awake nor asleep – just somewhere lost in the land of in between.  And this translates to less productivity for me for the rest of the day.

Not to mention that my husband told me last night how much he hates my snooze going off repeatedly in the mornings.  (Nevermind the fact that he’s supposed to be up too…  we’ll let that slide for now.)  So I informed him that I would set the alarm for 6:30am this morning, and that I would hit have one 10-minute snooze.  And that he should feel free to remind me of this when I whine.

So.  This morning.  I did it!  I wasn’t happy about it, but my feet were on the floor, and did not get back into bed at 6:40am.  Fed the cats, into the shower, laundry started, rest of the morning, etc etc etc. 

And here it is, not quite 9:00am.  I am caught up on email for the morning, I have my list of things to do, and am ready to head out the door to run a few errands before settling down into my PhD work for the day.

Off I go!  (coffee in hand)

It's WHAT time?

I seem to be saying this more frequently lately.  Does anyone else feel like the days are getting shorter?  I mean, not just because the summer solstice was on Monday, but because there's actually less time in the day than there used to be?

It seems like more and more I'll be working on a spreadsheet for my research, or reading a book, or working in the kitchen, or working on my blog, or reading a paper, or running errands, or moving endless boxes of stuff from the garage to the basement, or whatever I'm doing, and all of a sudden I look at the clock.  "Really?  How did it get to be that time already?  Last I knew, it was three hours ago!"

Anyone else?  At all?  Or is it just me.  I feel like I am busy busy busy, but when I look back at the end of the day (or week), it doesn't seem like all that much got accomplished.

I do know that at least my husband feels the same way.  He's started getting up at 5:30 every morning to go work in the garden, or the barn, or the hayfield.  He says it's the only way he's ever going to get caught up!  (By the way, he hasn't been "caught up" since I've known him.)

And here I am, out applying for part-time jobs, while thinking about trying to get another project off the ground.  Have I gone insane?

Anybody else having this issue?  What has worked for you?  Do you get up early, or stay up late?  Or have you just reconciled to the fact that "everything" will never get done, and whatever you can do is a bonus?  I'm up for tips here!