Stupid Flying Time
I open up a blog post. I leave it up with four words. I close it down. I open the blog post again. You know, the one with the four words that I have no idea why they were typed in the first place. I close it down, again, and again, and again, and over again. I don’t know what it is I even want to write.
But, here’s the jist of it:
Monday, wake up. Do the stuff we do—like—eat, drink, laugh, fart, yell, whisper, demand, give in, play, dance, sing, run around, sit down, over think, hypochondriate (that might not even be a word—bygones), click, not write, focus, re-focus, plop, watch, snore, and more.
Tuesday, wake up. Do more stuff that we do; same as Monday, yet entirely different.
Wednesday, wake up, do.
Thursday, wake up, do.
Friday, wake up, do.
Saturday, wake up, do.
Sunday, wake up, do.
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Wasn’t it just the beginning of summer yesterday?
It’s time to polish up on my casserole recipes for winter already? Really?
Stupid time keeps flying, and my kids won’t stop growing.
Tagged: daily life, time flies
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Yep. Way. Too. Fast. It just keeps going faster, too. It’s unreal.
I’m so with ya, Love.
Remember when time went slowly? How do I make that happen again?
When I figure it out, I’ll let you know!!
The other day—Saturday, I think—the day kinda went slow and I thought, hhmmmmmmm this is what it feels like again!