I've found it much harder to fit everything in since I moved into a new home with my BF. There's just been a lot to do, and I now have a much longer commute to work (and most other things, too). Add in some sick pets, some minor health issues, the holidays, and some not-so-cooperative weather, and I've had a hard time establishing my routine. I'm trying to have some patience with myself though.

Prior to these recent developments, I tended to let a few things slack just a bit, e.g., my house was tidy but not spotless. I paid someone to tend to my small yard. She needed the money, I needed the time. I cooked food that could serve as leftovers. I learned to prioritize what I most wanted to do and then did that stuff in whatever time I had to do it. My BF refers to me as the Tasmanian Devil when I'm straightening up my house or running errands. It all boils down to time management, so I don't dilly dally over much. I get up early in the morning most mornings, which is key in my world. I'm struggling right now with the fact that BF does, and while I get up and putter around the house while he's still sleeping, I haven't taken it farther than that, although I intend to.

I, too, don't have kids and really marvel at how much my friends with kids do on the average day.