Supersonic Time

My mother-in-law, sister-in-law, her husband and our nephew are visiting from Sweden.  It's been so long since I saw the last three that they hadn't even met our 5 year old...  Time really flies anymore.

I remember when I was little, the days seemed to last forever (especially during school).  The answer to "when is my birthday again, Mom?" was always followed by a stretch of time I could only describe as eternal.  Back then I lived each season to the fullest, every month had its own personality, even every week brought something new.

As I got older, school dictated the passage of time, mostly measured by tests and the efforts to pass each one... barely.  Cramming for exams only to figure out afterwards how much freedom I had left until the next one.  Then it would be summer.  But the seasons were still evident.

At some point I stopped living from week-to-week, month-to-month, test to test and started living season-to-season.  During those years it was mostly because of the importance I put on what I would wear according to what time of year it was...

All too soon, I met my husband and when time really started to claim its worth my life turned into living from "no racing" to "beginning of racing season" to the fast approaching "end of the racing season".

Even sooner than that I found myself living from "hot time of the year" to "cold time of the year" solely because in Indiana you really had to be prepared for either, as I learned that hard lesson my first winter there.

So I ask myself... where do I go from here?  How much shorter will the measurement of time periods get??  Maybe from odd to even years???

It's that time of the month again... when I wonder if I'm pregnant or not.  But there is one thought that keeps turning in my head:  with time flying as it has been, how long will 9 months really be??   

And that's when I feel completely unprepared...