I swear that all I do is blink and two weeks pass me by.
One day I'm straightening up for the housecleaner and then just as soon as I inhale the scent of Clorox in the bathrooms and take a relaxing "Damn it feels good to know I didn't have to be the one to clean that" breath, I sit down, blink, and it's time to straighten up the house again two weeks later.
Where does the time go? How is my life passing by so quickly?
For example, I bought Chris a Father's Day card. I was buying a card for HIS father at the Wal-Mart and I saw this one and my heart kind of went pitter patter and I thought, "YES! This is the kind of father he is!" So I had to buy it.
I'm not really a card person. I much prefer to write something in my own words but it's indicative of how time-crunched I'm feeling these days. Too busy with gathering groceries and sentiments for other people, I couldn't take five minutes to formulate 35 words of thanks and love to my husband on his first Father's Day. I paid Hallmark $3 to do it for me.
And then? Even though it was a great card? I FORGOT TO GIVE HIM THE CARD UNTIL FOUR WEEKS LATER. I saw it in my purse a few days ago and rolled my eyes at myself. I gave him the card. He liked it. He pointed out that it wasn't even signed - did I want to sign it now? After he'd read it? Maybe write Claire's name too?
Sometimes, I really suck.