Why is it that when I have all of the time in the world time seems to move so slowly? BUT. When I’m in a hurry and running late it moves so much quicker??
We were late yesterday for the kids’ last day of swimming lessons. So annoying. We need to leave at around 2pm to get there (and in the pool) by the 2:30pm lesson. The clock read 2:05 when I was hustling the kids out the door, but by the time they actually got outside and in the vehicle it was twenty minutes after!! Grrr. With a fifteen minute drive there was no way I was going to make it.
So, we were ten minutes late (and I drove the speed limit the whoooooole way!).
As I was sitting and watching them swim I struck up a conversation with the other mom that was sitting there. I’d seen her before but we hadn’t talked. She was really nice and two of her six kids were around the same age as mine. Her daughter was in J’s class. It was a lovely conversation. I just wished we’d talked earlier because since we’d just met it was way too early for the suggestion of a get-together. You see, I don’t often meet homeschool families with girls that are J’s age, and she really wants some playmates. In contrast we meet several families with boys and R makes friends so easily. It’s through him that I met most of the mom friends I know, in fact!
Well, maybe we’ll see that mom around another time. (in a non-stockerish kinda way)