Things are so busy for our family, right now, that I worry about time getting away from me.
I worry that I am going to wake up one day, soon, to a quiet house, both boys off to college, and me wondering where the time went.
Lately, I have that feeling a lot. That these are the days and I am not doing enough to savor them, to enjoy every minute of where our lives are right now.
Instead, I find myself in survival mode, covered up with so much responsibility at work, getting home late for dinner, squeezing in a run (or this month, a walk, too), finding time to read late at night. I get up in the morning, make breakfast for JP, spend a couple of minutes with the boys talking about last night's Dodgers' game, then off we all go into our semi-separate lives during the day.
At night, other than dinner, it's quiet downstairs - and a little depressing if I am being honest - as JP and Joe grind away upstairs on their homework. Surprisingly or perhaps not so, Joe has adapted well to the academic grind at MBA. He's putting the work in studying, to be sure, and so far the results have been good grades across the board. JP is JP. Grinding away to get where he wants to go.
During the week, we might - and I mean, might - catch part of an episode of "America's Team: The Gambler and His Cowboys," the entertaining Netflix documentary about the Dallas Cowboys of the 1990's. Maybe watch part of a Monday or Thursday night NFL game. Then, it's back upstairs for the boys to study. Weekends, we find the time to watch football, college and pro. Starting next week, too, we will have the Dodgers and the MLB playoffs, which is always must-see TV in our household.
Sometimes I feel like I am strapped to the front of a rocket ship. Life is passing by so quickly.
More fall in the 'hood.
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