Everyday Life

I have a picture on my kitchen wall with the caption:

"How we spend our days is how we spend our lives."

True. 

The days seem to be speeding by with my having nothing to show for them.

It's easy to get down on yourself when you're a stay-at-home mom. 

A homemaker.

One of the professions that isn't considered a profession.  Raising children. 

A nearly thankless job sometimes.  You are on call 24/7.  Day and night.  Week in, week out.

I have to remind myself that the time I've had with my girls has gone remarkably fast already. 

When they are graduating high school and getting driver's licenses and getting married it's going to seem like a dream. 

Where did the time go?? 

My parents took them for an overnighter (my hubby was on a trip with the guys) this past weekend.  As I sat enjoying the silence and the ability to eat my meal without having to jump up and get things, it occurred to me that when they leave home I'm going to have so many days like that and the silence is going to be so lonely. 

I alternated between wanting to smile and wanting to cry the whole time they were gone.

Just remember your babies are only small for a short time and everything else can wait until
tomorrow.

Time is cruising by

I sometimes feel like time is passing me by.
I don't feel like I've done the things I should have with my life.
Not that I'm depressed or unhappy quite the contrary.  I like my life the way it is.  Except I have these thoughts that if I look back in ten or twenty years I'll have regrets that I didn't work harder to get published or have some sort of career.
But I don't want to work just to be working.  I want to do something I love because why spend your whole life doing something you don't enjoy.  
My DD#1 turned 5 on Wednesday and I was looking at her baby pictures feeling a little melancholy for lack of a better word.   She's such a big girl now and I really am glad that baby stage is over.  But it makes me sad to think that in 5 years she'll need me less and then in ten years she'll be a temperamental teenager and then she'll will leave me.  I read somewhere once that kids get so they annoy the heck out of you so that when it is time for them to spread their wings and fly you're more than ready to give them the boot out of the nest.  Because if you had to let them go as babies or small children it would rip your heart out. 
So the progression of time has a purpose.