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Time is truly slipping away. I know, I know, it sounds very cliché, but time really is moving quickly . . . far too quickly.

I don’t know about you but, I cannot seem to catch up on anything! No matter how big or small the project, I find myself falling further and further behind and constantly treading water.

I’ll give you an example: it seems like only yesterday I moved all my furniture to the center of each room before painting every room in my house. Now, as I survey my home, I can see that it is in dire need of painting AGAIN. “Wait. Didn’t I do this just a couple years ago? Oh wait, never mind. It was more like eight years ago!”   Where did all that time go?

Between housework, grocery shopping and cutting the grass, there doesn’t seem to be much time left for anything. There is certainly no time for “me days” involving beauty parlors, nail shops or spa trips. And don’t even think about buying a gym membership!!

I cannot tell you how many times I have signed up for a gym membership only to attend the first meeting and then quit. The same holds true for Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers and a slew of other places. Only after paying the fees and buying the first week of this or that did I find that, not only don’t I have the time, I don’t even have the energy! No matter what time I go to bed, I wake up tired and disorientated.

I guess my sleep schedule’s a separate blog though.

Anyway, I’m starting to feel more than a little bit defeated. In the era of the Superwoman (i.e. the one that can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan), I’m just not coping very well. In fact, it’s fair to say, I’m really not feeling any of it.

All I wanna do when I’m at work is go to sleep. All I want to do when I’m at home is eat first and then go to sleep. Instead of going out and doing fun things, I’m stuck in recovery mode.

With the work days moving so swiftly and the weekends moving even faster, the only thing I have on my mind is to get to the end of the day. So, on weekends, I find myself planning sleep time instead of happy time. I hurry to and fro all over town, running all my errands at breakneck speed so I can get back to my warm, comforting, nurturing, heavenly bed and sleep.

But, once there, I find myself watching the clock, always aware of the ever moving time. Before I can even begin to drift off, I am struck by the bitter and depressing realization that, while I’m lying there, there is something else I need to be accomplishing.

Or, perhaps, it’s the other way around. Perhaps, it is the clock that is watching me! Maybe it’s just waiting for me to close my eyes so that the alarm can blare in my ear. We all know that clocks move faster when you’re at home then when you’re at work. Maybe there’s real malice involved. Maybe the clock really is speaking to us — mocking us by saying “Rest easy, Van Winkle. I’m sure you won’t miss TOO much.”

Can anybody hear me?