Who Has Time?

Last night I laid in bed thinking about the things I did (and did not get done) yesterday. I was thinking about the letter I finally wrote to my great aunt, who is 93, who is the only person I actually write letters to. With 2 kids, I really have not had time to do a whole lot and I've been thinking about this letter for a while now. It took me a whole half hour to fill up 1 piece of paper. Then I was done. I can usually ramble on for a couple of pages, but I just couldn't do any more what with one kid trying to take the pen out of my hand and another one crying. How did people ever have time to write letters way back when? I also used to write in a journal every day, and I was thinking about how therapeutic that was and would be for me now. I don't remember the last time I did that. It's a good thing I work on the computer, or I'm not sure I would ever check my email.