Does anyone else remember that feeling from childhood when time stretched on forever and days lasted weeks or sometimes years? How about from your early 20s when you thought 30 seemed old and how it’d be ages before you were 40? And then did you blink and find yourself suddenly 37?
I think any adult, especially one upward of 30, would agree that you get here (whatever your age/here is) faster than you think because that molasses time really is reserved for the young only. As you age, time only speeds up, and days/weeks/months can fly by, even though something all parents (especially those of the stay-at-home variety) know is that those days can also still be forever long and challenging.
This week started off for me with illness – something no mama has time for ever but hard as we fight it, our bodies just know the best way to slow us down and force us to rest. In a way, that’s OK because B and I already don’t try to cram every bit of joy and holly jolly into the month of December, so a little fire-throat-induced-reprieve early in the month was doable.
For two days.
Then, suck it up Buttercup – it was time to dive back into parenting and life.
As I explained to a few folks I saw yesterday, being upright was basically happening against my will and the fact that I was dressed and had my hair curled was only because I was faking it with coffee, to which a wise friend responded by saying that she’s been doing that her whole motherhood and all I could think was, YES, Sister, YES.
Because ready or not, like it or not, we are of the age where time flies and life (thankfully) just keeps coming at us full speed. With this many little people along for my ride, I need a little extra fuel in my tank and not just on the weeks where I’m trying to recover from a germ bomb. I promise, coffee isn’t the only form my fuel takes, but by golly, it is today. And probably will be tomorrow, too.
Honestly? I’m OK with that.
Because by “faking” it, I don’t meant that I don’t enjoy the journey; I just want to make sure I’m awake for it. 😉