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There’s Always a Clock Ticking in My Head
It starts on the drive home. If there are no unexpected traffic hold-ups — and if I don’t leave work late — I arrive home at more or less the same time every day.
My mind wanders on the drive and I think about what I’ll do when I get home.
Or more accurately, I’ll start thinking about the tasks I must do.
OK so if I get home at 5.30 the washing up will take 10 minutes, cooking and eating tea is an hour, taking the bins out is two minutes, feeding the cat is five minutes, preparing lunch for the next day is ten minutes…
And it goes on like this.
Sometimes there are other, not necessarily everyday tasks — laundry, vacuuming, grocery shopping. I also have to fit in things I wouldn’t describe as “tasks” because I enjoy them — spending time with my wife and daughter, catching up on my writing, maybe checking out one of the few TV shows I keep up to date with.
But no matter what, my head has a ticking clock that’s counting down and I’m mentally cataloging everything I have to and want to do to make sure I can fit it all in.
If something unexpected comes up that I haven’t allocated time for then it throws off my whole schedule and stresses me out. If the…
