Lately, I have been craving Protected Time. Both in the work and in the life spheres. At work, there has been a slow creep of non-clinical responsibilities eating away precious minutes. It’s all good stuff — exciting stuff! — but I’m starting to feel like I’m under more of a time crunch. At home — well, you all know my issues there fairly well. PT at home is limited to hours that both babes are asleep, and that window is pretty narrow lately (like 9p – 6a most nights. Wish sleep was optional!). We are working on dropping A’s nap, which should help, but . . .it’s a process.
It’s hard for me to even identify whatI’d like to be doing during this theoretical PT that I’m not doing already. But I still want it. I think it’s more that I’d like to have more time to think and actually process what I’m doing from day to day. To prioritize and organize and not always feel like I’m several steps behind. In terms of practical accomplishments, I’d like to have a little bit of social time (more with Josh and more with friends), I’d love more time to read, and I’d like to go to barre — I haven’t been in at least a month.
A few months ago, I had decided to claim Thursdays as “my” night. I think I may try to do this again, but with a babysitter that is hired explicitly for that purpose, rather than relying on Josh to get home on time (in fact, it might be good if we both worked late!). Maybe we could even turn it into a date night. Hmm.