Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.”
― Groucho Marx
My days… my afternoons, my nights.. where do they go?
Sometimes I think that they get swallowed up by that mystical force that steals one of the socks from the dryer… ( St Elmo’s Fans?) Sometimes I am certain that they get lost in the time sucker that is facebook or in reading/ viewing this whole new glorious world of word press . I am, however, fairly certain that a large chunk of my time is sucked into recouping in my lazyboy and most others I am all but positive my minutes are buried under the mountains and mountains of clothes that my children insist upon calling dirty laundry.
But for sure I can guarantee that a large part of my life is spent here… either at a baseball field watching my son do what he loves, or at a soccer game watching my daughter cheer, or editing such events. Sometimes I wonder how many pictures of such said events I *truly* need and people *truly* wish to see but then I see the comments people post, the way the kids post them so proudly and I just keep snapping and editing.. repeating the cycle. Looking for the picture I haven’t yet taken. Or a way to take it a wee bit differently.
My time does indeed fly like an arrow straight through my heart, because no matter how busy I am I try as hard as I can to keep up with my two kids. And no matter how much it hurts or how hard it is, I keep fighting every day because I also know that one day all too soon, they will fly away.
Maybe then I’ll get caught up.