I Ain't Got Time For This

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Today, I was asked what I do with my day.

Every weekday, I do the same things. I usually don't ever have a change of schedule. So here it is:

5:30 am - Wake up, do homework I didn't finish the day before, help everyone get ready, make everyone's lunch, and get ready for school.
8:30 am- School begins.
3:00 pm- School ends,  get picked up at 3:15, pick up my cousins at 3:45, and make any errands necessary.
4:00 pm- Get home, take care of all my pets, start on chores.
5:30 pm- Cheer practice. 
7:30 pm- Cheer practice ends, make any last errands, go home, finish chores, make dinner, do homework, and take care of family and animals.
11:30 pm- If I'm lucky, this is bedtime. Usually later though.

 So ask me again whether I can go to that party tonight. 

 Ask me if I have time to do anything. 

 I don't.

 If only there was more time in the day. My house would be cleaner. My homework would actually be done instead of half-assed. I could actually do things that I enjoy. 

 If only there was more time.

 What would you do with more time?
                                                                                                                                           ~Donadagohvi

   

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