a busy week: the numbers

Sometimes, when I try to decide whether I've been going, going, going too much, or whether I've been wasting too much time, I like to mathematically analyze my week/day. So, since a week is one hundred and sixty-eight hours, I'll start here:

I had one hundred and sixty-eight hours this week.

I spent forty-eight hours getting ready for work, driving to work, and working.

I spent about twenty-eight hours sleeping (average of seven a night).

I spent ten hours doing a crazy amount of laundry.

I spent nine hours eating.

I spent five hours volunteering (we built a community garden!)

I spent four hours on an Etsy order, which I haven't shipped yet. Lame!

I spent two hours running, and two hours walking.

After all that math, I realize I only spent sixty hours (36%) of the week doing things that I would consider relaxing, or generally "fun", which makes me scared for this summer. I keep trying to picture all the sun and fun, hoping for this:

but my brain just flips to the idea that I probably won't get to do a lot of things I want to in order to have fun, and will probably have more of my time consumed by things I really don't want to do, like:

 while it's sunny and beautiful outside!