From The 2015 Archives — There Are Actually 24 Hours In A Day—And Other Christmas Myths
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“I work 8 hours, I sleep 8 hours, that leaves 8 hours left for…what?”
I was listening to a podcast today and this “old saying” stopped me in my tracks.
Well, the big, juicy melted piece of gum I stepped in while I was listening and traversing the parking lot at Target actually DID stop me in my tracks. A stop so dead—I walked right out of my shoe.
I kid you not.
Seeing that we are deep into December, I had to park so far away that the actual Target store was just a speck on the horizon. I’m sure someone left their gum, like a bread crumb, to mark the trail back to their car so…I can’t really be mad, can I?
But enough about my glamourous life.
Back to the saying. You know, the myth that implies that there are more than enough hours in a day.
You work eight hours.
I know we’re smack dab in the middle of the holidays and what with shopping and wrapping and all—the Elves up at the North Pole have a shorter work day. And better benefits. And terrific catering. Nevermind.
So… you work.
Anyhow, you sleep eight hours. But seriously, who does? I’m lucky to get seven. This morning I woke up at 3 am because I thought I saw an orange glow down the hall and knew for sure the tree was on fire.
Too late, adreneline rushes don’t keep regular office hours.
Then I couldn’t remember all of the reindeer names or get that damn song out of my head.
I lay there wondering where on earth my pine nut cookie recipe went and the next thing I knew it was 4am and all I could think about was how good coffee would taste with a pine nut cookie—so I got up and made some. Coffee. Not the cookies. I’m still at a loss.
But you guys, that still leaves at least several, maybe four, hours left to do whatever you want.
My friend says those hours are reserved for worrying.
My hubby says traffic on the 101 freeway chews up his spare time.
What about eating?
I decided to paint with a broad brush.
“I work 8 hours, I sleep 8 hours, that leaves 8 hours left for… FUN!”
That sounds downright illegal, doesn’t it? Fun? Really? And for eight hours? Oh, sweet Jesus, help me!
But fun can be anything, right?
A glass of pink champagne for no reason?
Maybe it’s staying up after everybody else goes to bed to binge watch Netflix.
What about going out to lunch and catching up with an old friend?
Today, my friend Kim and I played hookie and went to see a movie—in the middle of the day!
How would you complete that sentence? Gimme some hints, I’d love to know.