Time is fleeting. Sooooo fast, that my days run together. Weeks and even years pass and I wonder what happened, how did I get this old, how is my baby twelve years old when she was two in what seemed like just a year or two ago. I can honestly say I HATE how fast time is fleeting, because I feel I’m missing out on my daughter’s life, and she’s my whole purpose. All I ever wanted was to be her mother.
I am very appreciative of the year I had with her when I was laid off work. There were pros and cons to being laid off, but I choose to focus on the positive. I could pick her up from school every day and have that extra time after school and in the evenings to dance around the house to crazy music, play hide and seek, bake cookies and cupcakes together, and just belly laugh with her.
Now that I’m working, I can’t do all those things (not every day) and I knew that I’d miss her, but there is a neverending ache deep down in my heart. She misses me, too, and that makes my heart ache even more. I am happy to be earning money. However, if I could work from home doing just about anything, I’d much rather do that and be with her more. That being said, I’m not complaining (much) about working. I’m glad to be able to pay our bills and afford a few extras now, like going to the movies and eating out, and I do actually like my job, as far as jobs go. I guess I just want the best of both worlds. Who doesn’t, right?
I hate that when I blink one more time, she’ll be grown and off to college. Time really is fleeting. ;'(
Hope y’all had a groovilicious day. I’m going to go enjoy the rest of the evening with my sweet girl. Yay! No other place I’d rather be than with my leeetle squishy. Well, I can’t really say “leeetle” anymore. She’s almost as tall as I am = 5’11”. She’s catchin’ up fast! *sniff*
Love you guys! *smooch and a hug*