T asked me today if I felt like the days were passing by fast or slow. For me, being home, the days are flying by.
For example, today I kept busy, the the day rushed by. Before I knew it, it was time for MT to go to work. I sat at my work computer for a little while, then it was 4:00 and T was calling me to pick him up. (He stayed after school to watch a volleyball game.)
When I'm at the office, the days seem to crawl by, but at home, the hours fly. You know it's true. Look at weekends. Don't those two days always seem to go by more quickly than the five weekdays?
And guess what? This is the last week of September. We are days away from the start of the fourth quarter which means The Holidays are right around the corner.