Hurry up...we have to get your brother off the bus.
Hurry up...get to the bathroom.
Hurry up...we have to get home to make dinner.
Hurry up...get to bed.
Why as mother's do we always feel like we are racing against the clock? No matter what I am doing or where I am going, time is of the essence. Even when I am going someplace by myself (which is rare..so don't think I am traveling leisurely without my children), I feel like I can never really enjoy myself because I am worried about what is going on at home without me. Some days I wish I knew the secret to turning back the clock so I could enjoy life just a little more....