I have been thinking lately about something that I had taken for granted in my single, unmarried, childless youth........time. Yes, time. Uninterrupted, quiet, blissful time. This question has come over me lately.....What do people without spouses and children do with all that time they have??
Don't get me wrong, I love my family and I wouldn't give that up for anything but I sometimes wonder how those single friends live? When I think about my daily routine and schedule I can't even find ten quiet minutes to take a shower in peace. I wonder what a day in the life of a 30-something single person sounds like. I certainly know what my life is like and it is full of hurried chaos, refereeing fighting, wiping noses and butts and kissing boo boos.
I think about what I would do if I did ever get that week long vacation that I dream about daily. I honestly think I would be bored in about an hour. So, it makes me wonder what do people without kids do with all that time? Go to the movies when they feel like it? Take a long hot shower in the middle of the day? Sleep until lunchtime? Have sex whenever they feel like it? Eat dinner at 9pm?
I have come to the conclusion that contrary to The Stones, time is definitely NOT on my side. In fact, it's time's fault that I am still fat. It's also time's fault that I have so many unfinished projects going on in my house, like the family scrapbook, the kid's baby books and the dreaded bathroom wallpaper. In addition, time has also kept my music library stuck in 2007, since I haven't updated my downloads since then.
I have just become so accustomed to my own daily chaos that I don't know what I would do with uninterrupted time. Maybe I would update my downloads and finish that bathroom. Maybe I would exercise and lose a few lbs. Maybe I could volunteer for a worth-while organization. But in exchange for that uninterrupted time, I think of all the things I would miss out on.
If I were on the other end of the spectrum, I would miss all the snuggles I get in the morning. Albeit sometimes 5:30am, but hearing little feet running to my bed and slinging a bear on top me and reaching for my hand, nonetheless. The silly giggles and goofy made up knock-knock jokes.
I would miss the awe, wonder and innocence of childhood that it is so easy to forget as an adult. I guess that is a little bit of time is a small price to pay.
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