Time

The clock is my biggest enemy as of late. In a day where I usually have nothing to do but pick up or drop off children, you’d think the clock would be my friend. But no.

Either I’m too tired and need a few extra minutes before I get back in the car, or I’m too anxious and lonely and need the clock the move faster so my babies are home in my arms.

I stare, wondering if I can make the hands move so my husband can leave work. I pace in the kitchen waiting impatiently for the rest of the meal to cook, so we can all sit down together and talk about our days.

Not enough or too much – the clock taunts me all day long.

And then there are those stolen moments, that only last a second or two but feel like a lifetime. My son asks me to test his new invention or my daughter asks me to cuddle on the couch with her. We all melt into each other and inhale as if we have nowhere to go and nothing to do.

It passes and we exhale … the tv seems loud again and the dog runs and jumps to tackle us all .. but not before I lock another moment in my mind, cursing and thanking the clock ticking overhead.