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Cool camera at the Science Center.“How many seconds are in two minutes, Mom?”
“One-hundred and twenty.”
“How many days are in three weeks?’
“That’s… twenty-one.”
“How many minutes are in 3 hours?”
“Um… one-hundred and eighty.”
“How many seconds are in four-hundred days?”
“Um…?”
“Mom? Let’s call Daddy.”
“Mom? When’s dad getting home?”
“He should be here in about twenty minutes.”
“That’s too long.”
“It’s not so long.”
“How many seconds is twenty minutes?”
“Well… 1,200 seconds.”
“That’s way more than 10 seconds.”
“It is.”
“How many seconds has that been? Is he home yet? It’s been a lot of minutes. Definitely more than half a second. It’s been at least three seconds.”
Wow.
Everyday I tell myself I’ll update my blog, call this person, do this chore, begin this workout, and so on. As the day goes on, I realize I will not call that person, do that chore or begin that workout. I spend all day playing, talking, cuddling, laughing, smiling with little bird…oh, and I can’t forget wiping her drool, changing her diapers, and feeding her.
One must realize these are moments I will never get back since she’s only a little bird once. These are OUR moments. Thus, I’m sorry if I don’t get to update my blog as often as I would like, make that phone call, complete that chore (so my house will remain a mess and I will continue to be in my pjs, lol), or shed those post-preggo pounds.
I will get to it LATER, if time allows.
How do you balance your time?
