Day 15/31 Five Minute Free Writes: When

Day 15

There are some days when I find myself watching the clock.  That long hand seems to drag like a spoon through pudding.  “When will Daddy come home?” I ask myself on the particularly long days of carrying around a medicine ball in the form of my 6 month old, and trying to keep my pride and authority alive with my two year old.  When is nap time?  When is bedtime?  When is lunchtime?  Anything to break up the day.  I know these days are fleeting.  My girls’ childhood is just a tiny snippet to a feature-length film, and I don’t want to wish it away.  I want to take it all in, catching every minute, even finding humor in the hard times, so that I can laugh and say when we’re all old, “Remember when…?”

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