Top of the list of arguments between me and my kids these days is time management. My daughter, in particular, seems to have no sense of time and is constantly complaining that she doesn't have enough time to do everything she needs to do. I scold her for spending too much time on her phone, downloading music or uploading pictures to her Instagram.
Yet when I look more closely at myself I find that I'm guilty of the very same thing that I berate her for. Not long ago I was regularly going to bed at 10.30pm, after having done a substantial amount of reading. I would usually finish various paperbacks I had on the go in good time, as well as my regular monthly dose of Vanity Fair.
Nowadays I often find several back issues of that magazine piling up, waiting to be gone through, as well as a mound of books that I "plan" to read, but never actually get around to.
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