These days I could even change that to the days are long, but the weeks are short. My days feel excruciatingly slow and I try to just get through them without any incidents, without losing my temper, crying, or yelling, without forgetting anything, trying to get at least the bare minimum done around the house, and something fun or special to do with the girls.
Weeks, months and years are flying by though. It is already time to register Gwendolyn for kindergarten, I have no idea how she is already almost 5 years old. She only has two weeks of preschool left though it feels like she only started a couple weeks ago. Tee-ball (t-ball?) practice has started, games start next week, the soccer season is half over already. Maggie is potty training and saying words here and there (She started saying "Love you" or "looloo" this week), but she is still a baby to me. I was looking at pictures for a couple years ago and last week and see how much Keary's hair is thinning and how obvious my silver streak has become (the lady who cuts my hair told me it looks like I have highlights so I hadn't been trying to cover it. Sufficed to say, she was just blowing smoke up my butt.).
I know that part of my warped time perception is related to being a stay-at-home mom, and another part is related to how stressful thing things have been since Grandy's stroke and hospitalizations. I remember my Pampaw telling me when I was seven or eight that when you get old and the older you get, the faster time seems to go by. I don't think that he would have been referring to my nearing thirty as old or older though. Maybe relative to my seven year old self though.
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