There is time and then there is the 'sense' of time. Time seems to be vanishing behind the routine but then it seems to be on a standstill. I have not accomplished anything great, I have not accomplished anything bad. On wel;l, that is pretty good - no bad, no hurts and no pain. But, I haven't even spent time with the family. Looks like I am being a robot, operated by the demands of work and family - not really paying attention to both.
We go on and about everyday and things happen - time just moves on. What impact do we make in our lives and in the lives of others that depend on us? Primarily the kids...how many days have I skipped reading to the daughter? How many days have I told myself "I should check the homework every night" in the past three weeks? So I feel we still have the time elemts but its the lack of the sense of time that makes thigs slip by - we notice but pretend as if we do not.
