My internal clock has a problem.
I don't know if I need rewound or if I need new batteries, but this is not working! Here's the trouble...

It was 3 o'clock in the afternoon today before I got out of my robe and jammies and put on my workout clothes to exercise. Frustrated, I did a mental run-through of my day. Where did my time go?

• 7:45 a.m. - Woke up an hour later than I intended. *sigh*
• 7:45-8:30 - Fed dogs, awakened sleepy teenager, packed lunches for husband and aforementioned sleepy teenager, emptied dishwasher, reloaded dishwasher.
• 8:30-9:00 - Bible reading, prayer, study time.
• 9:00-9:30 - Checked and answered e-mail.
• 9:30-12:15 - Proofreading/copyediting work for weekly newspaper while youngest does schoolwork.
• 12:15-3:00 - Built a blog for new crisis pregnancy center.
• 3:00-4:00 - Exercise.
• 4:00-4:45 - Showered and dressed in anticipation of attending a town council meeting.
• 4:45-5:15 - Dinner prep (reheated leftovers and a chopped salad).
• 5:15-7:15 - Continued working on blog for center.
• 7:15-7:45 - Dinner (no meeting, hubby arrived home too late to take me to town).
• 7:45-8:45 - Google Reader, checked Facebook, started this post...

That's a little more than 12 hours. Surely, SURELY, I should have been able to throw in some housework, balance my checkbook, make a baby quilt, recover the floor cushions that have been stacked in the corner for a month, fold that load of laundry wrinkling in the dryer, walk the dog, make something for dessert, and fix my chippy nail polish. Right?

In my perfect world I would pray, read my Bible, do my daily housework, exercise, shower, dress, and be ready to get to work at my computer between 8-8:30 a.m. Or, on those days when I need to head out for an appointment, I'd be ready to walk out the door.

Most people accomplish this EVERY DAY. Why can't I?

I feel horribly guilty on these jammie days and resolve to do better. Then I end up staying up too late trying to finish everything I didn't get done or attempting to "get a head start" on tomorrow. I can't decide if the problem is being in my pj's all day or feeling guilty about being in my pj's.

Someday I'll succeed in my goal. I might be 90 when it happens, but I will do it!