I’ve fallen into the rut of writing off Monday through Friday as days in which I won’t get anything done. I have sixteen hours in a day to play with and taking a nine hour chunk out for work should still leave me with plenty of time for walking and writing and horses.
Unfortunately five of those hours are before work starts and only two come after… and it turns out I’m not that good at being a morning person.
Prior to my husband coming home I’d simply swapped things around– sleeping in and then staying up late, but that’s not an option anymore.
Thankfully I’m due for a shift-change at work. I’ll be turning my schedule on it’s tail and getting back to a 2-5 split instead of a 5-2. It means getting out the door a lot earlier, but I get back the 71.4% of my week that’s currently vanishes into a blackhole.
Having a night shift was nice, but I’m definitely ready to start setting the alarm clock again…