One of my most frequent statuses on Facebook is that there really is not enough time in the day. With all of the schoolwork and house chores I have to get done on a regular basis, I am most often then not, left with no me time. If they could add just one hour extra to each day, there are so many possibilities for my day.
Here are the top ten things I would do if I had just one hour extra a day (not in any specific order):
- For one thing, I would have more time to blog and maybe I wouldn’t have had such a hiatus. I love to write, whether it is in my blog or in my own private journal, but I usually don’t have the time, which really sucks because I think that self reflection is extremely important psychologically.
- Another thing I could do with my extra hour is yoga. I actually need to do yoga per doctor’s orders, but with all the schoolwork that needs to get done, my physical fitness and health usually has to take the back burner.
- If there was an extra hour in each day, I could read more books for fun. It sucks having to read textbooks all the time. They are boring and make you think you hate reading, but that’s not true. I just hate reading textbooks. With an extra hour a day I could read fun books to get me out of my head (and that would probably keep my stress levels lower too).
- I could play with my cat, Athena, and make some pretty great cat videos that would eventually be posted to this blog. She is just a kitten and I feel like she doesn’t get all the attention she deserves since I am so busy with school all the time.
- I could start taking pictures again. I would actually have a little extra time for photography. I’m not talking about long photo walks or anything like that, but I’m talking about a nice 15 to 30 minute walk after dinner with just my camera. It’s got a layer of dust about an inch thick, I swear.
- I could bake yummy goodies for the house. My boyfriend is always saying he wishes we could have fresh baked brownies and cookies every once in a while and I love to bad, but it really is very time consuming. However, with an extra hour a day, I could actually bake something at least once a week to have some yummy sweet treats in the house for my hubby and me.
- I could spend some more time with my family if I had an extra hour a day. I could actually visit my grandmother or mother. My grandmother says she hasn’t seen me since early September. That’s really unforgivable, but with all the homework and chores I have to do on a daily basis, I can’t afford to visit with Grammies even just for an hour.
- I could start crafting. I love doing crafts and DIY projects, but I just don’t have the time for stuff like that. I started learning how to crochet and want to crochet an Afghan for our couch, but don’t have the time available to put into it, but I bet if I were to crochet just for an hour each day, I could have that Afghan ready by the time the cold weaner comes (it comes late here in Miami).
- I could spend time on my hygiene and appearance. I’m not saying I don’t shower every day (I do), but an extra hour would give me the time to straighten my hair or actually do something with it. Maybe I could start putting on makeup and making myself look pretty. I would have the time to actually take care of my face the way I’m supposed to, not just the quick wash I do in the morning and at night before jumping in bed. I could use exfoliators and moisturizers and astringents, and all that crap they tell me is good for my skin. It would be nice to be pretty every once in a while instead of looking like the crazy, burned out I feel.
- Finally, with an extra hour a day, I could actually get a full nights sleep without worrying that I won’t have enough time to get things done. I could actually use the snooze button on my alarm that I only dare to use sometimes and then regret it later.
This weekend we moved into a two bedroom with my cousin. I love this place! We have our own little hallways, my bathroom is bigger and my closet is bigger, since we are living with someone else all of our office stuff and books are in our room now.
When we lived in the one bedroom on our own I didn’t spend much time in our room except to maybe watch tv before I slept. Since moving here I feel like my room is my sanctuary.
Not that moving in with my cousin was a bad thing. Actually, so far it’s really great. I have someone to eat dinner with. I’m not home alone when my boyfriend is at work. No having him here is great, but my room feels like a special place now.
Moving has also given me the chance to become more organized. I’m setting up a place for everything and everything in its place (now if only I could get my boyfriend to understand how that works) and I even set up a cleaning schedule so the apartment can stay nice.
Hopefully everything will be organized by the time fall semester starts so that I can be organized with school too and still manage to have a social life.
I can see myself spending lots if time in this apartment. Baking days have already been arranged and I’m looking for a day that we can craft or have a sketch in.
The rent in our apartment is about to go up so my boyfriend and I decided to find a roommate. When we first moved in together we were a little bit of a snob about this. We wanted a place that was completely “our own”. We didn’t want to have to share space.
We also weren’t positive about who we could be comfortable with as a roommate. My girlfriends weren’t close enough to my boyfriend so he would be hiding in his room all the time and my boyfriend wasn’t comfortable leaving me at home for long periods of time with his guy friends since he has a night job. And plus, his friends, although I love them, are not the cleanest of people and we wanted to be able to control that.
So we did the living by ourselves thing for a while. But it is getting increasingly more difficult to do that without a roommate especially when we both want to go to school and can’t work full time or two jobs anymore. My cousin and his girlfriend were also wanting to move out on their own but as his girlfriend isn’t ready yet and even if she were they wouldn’t be able to afford it, my cousin needed to find a place and rather than pay $700-800 and stay in a little efficiency or room for rent with people he doesn’t know, we offered to share a two bedroom two bath apartment with him and then where never his girlfriend is ready to move out she can move in too.
It works out for us all financially and I’ll have more company instead of being home alone all the time. My boyfriend is comfortable leaving me home alone with him because we are family and him and my boyfriend are good friends by now so he will be comfortable hanging out in the common area.
We don’t move into the new apartment until mid-August but I am just bursting with excitement. I can’t wait to start saving money and planning dinners and EVERYTHING.
Of course there are things that I’m worried about: privacy, having enough me time alone, keeping the place clean, and of course what if we all end up hating each other by the end of it. But my and my boyfriend moved in together in closer quarters and we have flourished. I don’t see why this should be any different. Pus, I made a roommate rules and agreement contract stating what we should do for privacy, couple time, cleaning and any other minor issues we thought might come up.
I this this is just one of those life experiences that are good to have and I can’t wait to get started!
Here is a floor plan of the new apartment we will be moving into. My boyfriend thinks I am a dork, but my favorite thing about this move is that I’ll finally get a walk in closet. It’s the little things in life that tend to make me happiest.