I need another 24 hours in my day.

There is never enough time for me to get everything done. I try to comfort myself with the thought that all of the accomplished writers, artists, parents, bloggers, fill-in-the-blanks, must be very poor housekeepers. Or cooks. Or not have any interest outside of what they are great at. My problem is I want it all. I want a well-kept house, and time to write, do art, or crafts, and plenty of time to lavish my daughter with attention. I also need time to goof off and web search (this hobby is a priority too). And that’s not even to mention the necessities like sleeping and eating. I really need to hurry up and become rich so I can have someone do everything for me. I just need some time to do it.