Time, in this house, moves so slowly. I arrived home at 4 pm with the children today, to find Husband already home. My heart sank. I like to come home to an empty house, not for any particular reason, I just like to faff around for a bit before I make the dinner and I feel more relaxed without him here.
So, instead of chatting to the children and putting on the computer, I started to prepare dinner long before I needed to. I kept checking the time, each moment seemed so long. I felt caged, all the things I wanted to do were in the other room where he was.
We ate early even though we didn't need to and then there seemed nothing to do until Tall Girl needed to go out. The hours seemed empty and wasted.
In stark contrast, I had spent my day with a good friend. From 9 'till 3 the hours just flew by. Time is such a cruel master. Just when you want more time, it runs out, yet when you wish away the hours until the next excitement, time drags it's heals at snails pace. If only I could move the hours around a bit, more here, less there, just rearrange them for a while, until all this is over..........