23-hour day

I constantly wish that I had more time in the day to get things accomplished.  I seem to be operating at a minimum right now. I don't get enough sleep, I haven't been able to finish reading a book in months, my house is a wreck, and I haven't been able to respond to any emails or messages that require a lot of thought and evaluation. 

I can't blame Daylight Savings Time. It was true I lost an hour, but that was just for one night.  It seems like somewhere hours upon hours are slipping silently into a big black hole.

I have a to-do list that I keep on the desktop of my phone that reminds me of all the things that need to be accomplished. Some of them are long-term items (like completing my CEs for my tech certification by July or gathering items to sell at our massive garage sale this summer) and some of them are daily goals (like exercising or blogging).  Some things that are listed could be accomplished and permanently removed if I just had the time to slow down and actually do them.  Some of them have been on there for over a month. Where the heck is all my time going? 

I try to multi-task as much as possible.  I iron or exercise while watching episodes of House so that my DVR doesn't fill up. I blog while the dishes are washing in the dishwasher.  I file my nails while clearing things off of my streaming Netflix queue and clean my house while running the laundry.  I feel like I'm doing what I can. 

Maybe my expectations are too high in getting everything on that to-do list accomplished.  Maybe I should take a week-long vacation where I get caught up on all the stuff I need to do. Maybe I should get in bed, go to sleep, and just start attacking the snot out of my list when I wake up (at a reasonable hour!) tomorrow morning.  I'll blog my success or failure.

Or, rather, I'll blog my success.  The lack of posts prior to this one already sort of admits my failure.