Earlier this morning as I was glancing at the clock for what had to have been the 20th time in an hour… I began to think how bizarre my life is. Well, maybe not bizarre, so much as my perspective is definitely skewed. My life is essentially lived in 5-6 hour blocks of time. 6am-noon, and then 3-8pm…. those are the “with kids” blocks of time. Then there is 12-3pm, which is naptime. And then 8pm on, which is when the kids have gone to sleep for the evening. I guess those blocks of time can be names “the kids are sleeping” blocks of time. So I live like this, day in and day out… it really doesn’t phase me. i like it even. I don’t think anyone would mistake me for an adventurous sort. Generally the simple things of day to day life are more than enough to keep me happy and content. Some may find that boring, but the way I see it, that makes me easier to please.
However, as I glanced at the clock, I swore it moved backwards. I thought the morning would never end. With two toddlers running around trashing everything in sight as I tried to maintain some sort of order, you can imagine how I felt. I am happy to say that luckily for me, there was not a breach in the space/time continuum, and the morning did in fact end. I sat down for a much deserved lunch in peace and quiet and piddled (piddled??) through my digital photos looking for a pic my mom had asked me for probably 5 months ago now. As i was looking I couldn’t get over how fast the boys have grown. It seems like yesterday Jackson was sleeping in a crib. Poor Charlie, I barely recall him being an infant with JAckson being barely one when he was born. Luckily Mike is a diligent picture taker, and I am now able to relive all the memories and choke back the tears that are full of a longing for yesterday. Kids are so precious. God I love being home with them. So of course I feel horribly guilty about my feelings this morning. The guilt then led me to this blog. My blogging has led me to an epiphany. Those don’t come often to me, so I had to document it. Being a mom is weird. The minutes drag on. Forever. When the boys are tearing up the house, wanting to “help” with making lunch/folding laundry/etc, crying, screaming, saying they are starving, then saying they don’t want to eat…you get the picture. Sometimes time DRAGS on. So the minutes drag, but the oddest and most ironic part of it all is that the years just fly by. So fast in fact that it is hard to remember little things like how your kids wanted to help you fold the laundry.
The minutes drag, but the years fly by.
