“Just ten more minutes,” I groan as I turn off the alarm and crawl back into my den of covers.
“I need ten more minutes,” I implore to no one as I try to put on a shoe while brushing my teeth and making coffee.
“It would be so nice to have ten more minutes,” I long wistfully as students approach my door and look upon our unfinished schedule.
“I don’t have ten more minutes,” I urge as I will the copy machine to work faster. That was the lunch bell.
“I’ll leave in just ten minutes,” I sigh to my husband. He’s waiting for us to leave town, but I have to finish this email.
“Give me ten minutes,” I plead cheerfully to my friends who have already arrived for dinner.
“Ten more minutes,” I declare as I trudge through some reading before finally closing my eyes.
Someday my time will be over. I wonder if I’ll be peaceful, satisfied. I have a suspicion that I’ll try to cram in more life. As always, thinking, “If only there were ten more minutes…”
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I think it’s probably better to wish for 10 more minutes all the time, than it would be to wish for time to fly by!! I can totally identify with so much of this post. Thanks!!
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I loved the repetition…yes 10 more minutes would be such a luxury!!
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Great format. My husband and I share a car and he needs a 10 minute warning every morning.
Would you mind if I shared this with my students? I want to show them your word choices for “said”.
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Ha, whenever my husband and I carpool, I need the 10 minute warning (clearly!) Usually I have to plan to leave at an earlier time or set the clock ahead. I’m really always late!
Please feel free to share with your students! I love the idea of helping to teach beyond just my classroom 🙂 I hope it’s a great week!
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Oh, to be able to manipulate time to our needs…but I wonder, would we still want more? I relate to this completely!! Enjoy your weekend, and I’m looking forward to post #18!!
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