Time goes by....

A month since my last post and it brings tears to my eyes to read it. Time has just continued to carry on and we are running so quickly to not get left in the dust. Ryder is now in Kindergarten, so excited to learn. Kinsley is in dance and loving it every time, she is such a little performer. She is just like her dad after a few beers!

A friend of mine that I have recently reconnected with after her mom's cancer battle and my family's loss posted on Facebook last night a very heart felt message and part of that message said, her mom was the one that "taught her that sitting on the floor reading a book to your kids is more important than laundry." Of course that hit me hard since my kids see their daycare lady more than they see me. That is my fault, I chose this path, to work outside the home, I truly believe that is what I was meant to do. It is a choice that stabs me every once in a while. And as they grow bigger and faster it stabs a little more often and a little harder. Am I missing out? I don't know, I used to know. I also read an article about a mom that realized how often she told her kids to "hurry." Now I catch myself several times a day during the 3 or 4 hours I see them, rushing them out the door, get your shoes on, get your teeth brushed, get buckled, hurry we have to go.

Times have changed since I was young. I can't say they have changed for the better or the worse.

Breathing deeply and slowly seems like a luxury sometimes. A small vacation between phone calls.

Priorities.