It seems that the days are just accelerating at a neck-breaking pace and going by too fast. It seems that there's no time to do anything. The to-do list just continues to get longer. And it seems that no matter how many things I get to check off the list, three more jump onto it.
And somehow I blinked and Shane is 10, his pits stink like a man's and he's asking me when he can date and is talking about girls, girls, girls.
Ugh. Stop clock, stop. Well, don't stop because that would mean only one thing. But I wouldn't mind if it slowed down just a tad.
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Glad you realized what stopping the clock would mean!
Stinky boy pits! UGH
People tell me the clock only gets faster.
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