Time is Ticking
(Image from morguefile.com) It's been a weird week. The kids had Monday off and that turned my space/time continuum into sheer confusion. Each day began with the normally allotted hours, but somehow, they ticked themselves off at a rapid pace. Breakfast folded right over into the yells of, "Mom, I'm home!" Those precious minutes, I'd like to have pinched them, held them, for just a bit longer. Laundry piled and no sweet smells waifed from our kitchen. The Handy Man arrived from his day of work and I looked back at mine. Where did it go? I need a schedule. I realized this sad fact weeks ago. I've tried. I downloaded calendars, blocked out time for each and every task. But, I've lived too long in spontaneity. For two decades, my time has been spent on the whims of my children. The price didn't seem high, but now I find my account is unbalanced. School and appointments, shopping, homework. They constantly make withdrawls, but rarely p...