where is it going?!
I feel like everyone says "time is just flying by" or "where is the time going?!" or things like that, about the speed in which time passes. When I was younger I thought it was just the thing old( er ) people talked about; never understanding why on earth they felt like time was going by so fast, when an hour seemed to take forever to pass in my little brain. Maybe this feeling does come with age, I don't know, but I've become one of those haters-of-time-passing-too-quickly people. For me personally, I feel it more in the every day things. Not always the big, monumental things. I find myself folding a load of clothes, coming across a pair of Ethan's size 5 jeans, wondering "when did his clothes begin to look like big boy clothes?!" Or, doing all my laundry and feeling so accomplished that the laundry room is cleaned and out of service {in a good way} for a day, only to be flooded with new dirty clothes days later. Where did the time go...