Friday Night’s Alright for Writing (#8) – 24 is not enough.

Lately, I’ve been feeling that 24 is not enough. Not enough hours in the day to do what needs to be done for myself or others, much less what I want to do for myself or anyone else . 24 for all of this? It’s just not enough.

When I saw the Daily Prompt from 4/24, I knew I wanted to write a little bit about this. I’ve talked with my co-workers many times about wanting the ability to clone ourselves, so that we could accomplish all we want to do for our students. We’d use one of us to grade the endless amounts of work, another to complete the often tedious enrollment paperwork. One to speak with the parents, one to answer the phones, one to file the afore-mentioned tedious paperwork… And we’d save the real “us” to spend more time with the students because that is where our real joy comes from…motivating and engaging them.  24 is not enough.

At home, I don’t know if I’d necessarily want a clone, because some of the things that need to be done at home, I just don’t want any of my “selves” to do. Sometimes I think I’d like a “wife” in the traditional ’50s sense of the word because most of the things I’d have a clone do are the domestic duties. Who wouldn’t love someone who totally enjoyed cooking and cleaning for them every day?  I think most of the wives I know would actually like a “wife.”  I’d rather not any version of me fold or put away laundry.  I’d rather not any version of me clean the house. This is again, why I love paying to have my house cleaned (I assume they cost less than a clone…) It allows me to do more of what I want to do. But I would love a clone or two to read one or two of the multitude of books I have around my house that I have yet to get to, a clone or two to read all of the Rolling Stone magazines I’m behind on.  I would love one to balance my checkbook, organize my desk, so the real “me” could write more, read the book I really want to read, the Rolling Stone article I’ve had dog-eared for months. Yeah, 24 is not enough.

The one thing I can be thankful for at least now is that I’m learning to let go of the perfection and guilt that comes along with thinking I need to do all of those things mentioned above, and I really try instead to do what is good and feels good for me.  I don’t worry about the housework (as much). I ask for help when I need it (usually.)  If it comes down to “should do” and spending time with Maya or someone else whom I hold dear, my loved ones win out (always). And I try to remember to listen to my turtles…and remind myself that every day, I get another 24.turtles

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


  1. I know what you mean… I started to write a post and didn’t get it finished… and felt bad about it. But I have to tell myself that it’s okay… it’s nearly done and I can always finish it tomorrow! Better to write it when I’m conscious and not fighting off sleep!

  2. beautiful entry! 24 is simply not enough for me…I figured that out today as I was trying to make dinner, do laundry, help my kids with their music practice, clean the house and make a flower arrangement! Happy Friday! xoxo

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