Days creep by and drag on.
One repetitious chore after another.

Feed them.
Dress them.
Learn.
Play.
Craft.
Feed them.
Undress them.
Jammie them up.
Prayers and bedtime.

Over and over.
The schedule never changes.

Stuck in a cycle that feels like it’s in slow motion and hyper drive all at once.

It rushes past me,
leaving me spinning
and trying to decide which way is up.

Birthday.
Holiday.
Birthday.
Summer.
Birthday.

One cascades into the other,
pushing them all like a domino train…
Faster and faster and faster and faster.
The momentum pushes us all forward.
Time marches, no races on
And we are left with no choice but to grab hold to what we can.
To take in as many sights and smells and tastes as possible.

Relishing the here and the now
While remembering the then and there
And occasionally glancing towards what will be.