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

Feed them.
Dress them.
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.


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.

5 Responses to Time.
  1. Scott Ford
    January 19, 2011 | 10:18 am


  2. moosh in indy.
    January 19, 2011 | 10:49 am

    What Scott said, but I also have to add that sometimes the schedule does change…like when there’s barf involved.

    Barf throws the very Earth off its axis.

    Not much of a silver lining…but still…a lining.


  3. domestic extraordinaire
    January 19, 2011 | 11:48 am

    for so many years we have talked at the light at the end of the tunnel. For over 16 years I have been doing this and now I get kind of panicky. I wonder who I will be without them and the trips to here and there and everywhere. The routine & schedule defines me in a way, even though some days I just wish to be ‘free.’

    I look forward to what is to come, but am fearful of it at the same time.

  4. Mary @ A Simple Twist of Faith
    January 19, 2011 | 1:42 pm

    Wow Bridget, it looks like we were on the same wave length today.
    Take care, my friend!

  5. punkinmama
    January 19, 2011 | 4:41 pm