More Hours, Less BS

If you had an extra 2 hours daily, how would you spend it?

As WordPress continues to recycle old prompts, I pulled another prompt from The Coffee Monsterz Co to respond to today.

You ever sit back and think, “Man, if I just had a couple more hours in the day, I could actually live a little?” Yeah, same. I work two jobs—Meals on Wheels during the day, then I clock in as assistant manager at Domino’s by night. I basically run on caffeine, stress, and pure stubbornness. So if you handed me two extra hours every day, I wouldn’t waste ‘em.

I wouldn’t pick up a third job. I wouldn’t clean the garage. I wouldn’t even try to be “productive.” Screw that noise. I’d spend those hours with my wife and our dogs. That’s it. Just some damn peace for once.

My wife is my sanity. She gets me, puts up with my weird rants, and somehow still loves me even when I’m a walking grump with pizza sauce on my shirt. We barely get to actually hang out without something needing done. Two hours? We could watch a movie, cook dinner together, or just sit outside with a drink while the dogs run around like maniacs.

And the dogs—Jersey, Larkin, and Aldo—they’re my crew. Big ol’ Saint Bernard slobbering on everything, the always-on-alert Belgian Malinois, and the tiny but mighty Mini Pin. They don’t ask for much—just time. And man, I miss just being with them, playing, tossing a ball, or laying around while they pile on top of me like I’m their personal couch.

Two extra hours a day wouldn’t fix everything, but it’d give me back something that feels like it’s slipping away—time with the ones that matter. And honestly? That’s worth more than any paycheck.