Burning the candle at 3 ends.

It suddenly hit me tonight that I need about 28 hours in each day to fit in all the crap in my life. Tonight was a prime example of how crazy things can be. Work 9 hours, come home, play with Brandon, eat, check sister-in-law's house (on vacation), play with Brandon for about an hour, do an hour of work for U of Penn, run 3 miles (marathon is coming in 5 months from today!), do another hour of work for Penn, and FINALLY sit down to have some time to myself. Oh yeah, it's 10:30 and I need to go to bed soon. Where does the time all go? It's crazy. And every week day is a repeat of the last. I really need to rearrange some of the things going on in and around me. I can only imagine what life will be like when Brandon starts getting involved in "after-school activities" and such. I'm going to need a clone!