Slow Down
I was recently plucking warm tousled laundry out of a laundry basket and folding each piece one by one. Each folded article went into the stack of the person it belonged to. Ben's stack was taking significantly more time because all of his clothes were inside out. They always are. I made a prompt announcement that went something like, "From now on, if your clothes are put in the dirty clothes basket inside out, then they'll be put away inside out." It was like I was a kid again. Standing in my mom's laundry room, her saying the same thing to me. Except it was me saying it this time. What I'm trying to say is the damn tables have turned. Growing up, elders were always always rambling on about how fast time flies. When Violet was first born, or even when I was pregnant, people would give me advice on how I need to enjoy it because she'll be two, then twelve, then twenty before I know it. When I was a child and heard the time flies talk I would respond ...