Kirkham keeps saying "I can't believe it's already Friday (or whatever day it is). Time is getting so much faster."
I keep telling him, "Just wait 'till your 36!" He looks at me quizzically.
It seems like just yesterday that these kids of mine were born but in fact it was nearly 14 years ago when I had my first baby. And now I've got less than 14 years left. "The baby", Cora, is 6.
This morning as she got out of the car at school I called out the usual "I love you girls have a great day at school." She, Cora, turned back and said "Thanks mom and you have a good day . . . (big smile). . . at home . . .(smaller smile). . .by yourself." The smiles faded into (another) quizzical look as she realized how un-fun that sounded. She tossed in a big "I love you" and an air-hug trying to make up for all the un-fun I was bound to have today.
I returned home as I do every day to my eternal circle of laundry and dishes. Here, everyday seems like yesterday and tomorrow. The only thing that changes is the size of the clothes and the sheer amount of food that passes into, and straightway out of, my refrigerator and pantry.
Today I can't believe it's already Monday. I could swear I just did these chores yesterday. How does a carpet get so dirty and the windows so smeared. There's a solid layer of dust on the bookshelves but didn't I just dust that yesterday? No clean hole-less socks? I just bought 3 packs like, yesterday, or maybe it was last Monday, or, oh my, it was last month!
I look at myself quizzically in the mirror and ask "How much faster is this going to get? What's this going to be like in 14 years? I'll be--50!"