“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” - Title crawl opening to all of the Star Wars films
I used to have a life. Now I have a website.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away… I had spare time. I was beginning to wonder what that quaint notion of spare time meant, when I realized that I don’t have to have everything up and running and perfect and wonderful and just the way I want it, right this minute. Even if the website is live. Even if I see things that need a little tweaking. Even if.






But I can give it up any time I want. Yes sireeeee. I can give up blogging, tweeting, forum admining any time. Just say the word…
Haaaa haaaa haaaaa haa haa.
Spare time???
I’m unfamiliar with that term.
What doesn’t have to be perfect? I mean, doesn’t everything have to be perfect? And isn’t every single minute of every single day supposed to be dedicated to cooking, cleaning, tweaking websites, tweaking young minds to follow in our anal-retentive footsteps? I mean . . . ISN’T IT!!!!
Sorry . . . I almost lost myself in my own psychosis. Your website looks lovely. Carry on with your life.
Miss Maccy – Sure you could. I totally believe that…
Ali – As your children get older spare time presents itself occasionally.
Mom #1 – I think you’re channeling me. I meant a homeschooling website I’m making for the local homeschooling population. It is quietly sucking up hours and hours and hours of my life!
. . . and that one looks good, too.
You have done an amazing job. Must be the supermom bathrode flowing behind you . . .
OH, how I miss free time! Where did it all go? Did you steal mine??
My house looks like a train wreck. I think a HUGE, BIG bottle of wine is in order..
Your blog loos AMAZING!
Sitting around, nibbling on bonbons, thinking time is elastic…
I think the last time I had a spare minute was back in 2003.
Problem is, if your anything like me, the minute you find a few spare minutes you will spare no time in filling the space with another task. I think I’ve forgotten how to be idle.
I used to have a life too, but I think I lost it. Under the bed. In a broom closet. At the back of the fridge. Who knows?!