It’s marching across my face.
It’s running out on me and making me get home from work later and later.
It’s moving too fast and making my kids grow up.
It’s hurtling me towards my 41st and I am NOT ready to lose that zero at the end of my age!
It’s compacting; so the minute we finish Easter, Christmas decorations are in the stores.
It’s not letting me be 100% committed to my job; 100% committed to my kids; 100% committed to my husband; and 100% committed to me.
And it drags every time I’m jogging on the treadmill.