I used to date a guy who hated it when I used the expression: “Time goes by so fast,” because he argued that time is a thing with a fixed rate and properties, and it never goes any faster or slower, you just FEEL like it does.
He turned out to be a total douche canoe.
But it does feel like that to me, in many ways.
Like how I knew I had two hours to get a bunch of stuff done that needed to be done after Elise went to bed tonight, and I got sucked down the internet rabbit hole instead.
I thought I had so much more time.
Elise had a hard week. She said it herself when Jill asked her what was up with her attitude earlier this week, and that’s what she said: “I’m just having a bad week.”
And she is.
We had plenty of time to cuddle up and read another half chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.
We ended the day with smiles and laughs instead of tears.
You can’t ask for better than that.