... there are twenty four hours in day. Eight of those are spent sleeping, if I'm lucky. Another eight is spent at a soul sucking office job. Add to that a two hour commute round-trip, two hours to get myself and The Boy dressed and ready for work/school and one hour in the evening for preparing/cooking and eating dinner ... mathematically speaking, I should have three hours left over a day. Three!
Yet I still can't find time for regular prayer and exercise.