When you try to schedule your life but you have no sense of time

This is my response to @rachelhanson's #promptparty prompt: time.

I'm laughing pretty hard right now because I started this post with 10 minutes before I have to fly out the door to pick up my kids from their school, attend a meeting, get them home, oops I forgot to prep dinner and teach a class. Umm, where did my day go?

I feel like I had this plan and it was the bomb but then it went off the rails and I'm still trying to put the brakes on this train when really I should, you know, go get in my car. So, instead, here are a few observations about how time waits for no woman.

I put a load in my washing machine a couple days ago and started the cycle. It ran. The wet clothes are still in there.

I have to leave by 7:37 AM or my kids will not be to school on time. Inevitably, we leave at 7:38.

I can't remember my own age. I have to ask my husband. I stopped counting at 30. Pretty sure I'm 35.

Registration for anything is a nightmare. Get it done by a certain date? Fat chance. Just remembered I was supposed to send a Girl Scout email. Last week. Oh well.

No matter how long I wait after applying nail polish, it never dries. Is this time or something else?

How does time work for you?

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