I have been thinking about time. I spend a lot of time here at my blog (and checking out all of yours), and a lot of time randomly searching the 'net for whatever strikes my fancy at the moment.
I do this, in large part, because I am so stinkin' tired all the time. I can be on the 'puter (which is interesting enough to keep me awake) and keep an eye on Little Sprout at the same time without using too much energy. Me being addicted to the net also frees up the tv for Little Sprout to watch Clifford and Curious George for hours on end (did I mention I am a bad Mommy?).
But I have been wondering:
What if I actually used my time for productive things?
I have a ton of filing that needs to be done, thanks to Mr. Barefoot bringing home the Ugliest File Cabinet in All the World. I could do that while watching the Little One. I could do dishes, clean the main parts of the apt, do laundry, all sorts of things. And then I would probably sleep better, since my brain wouldn't have a "To-Do" list 5 miles long to go through every day.
I could even count my crafts as productive, because I am MAKING something.
Not that I would ever give up my beloved 'net. That would be more horrible than even my over-active imagination could contemplate.
But What If???