Is it just me, or have the rest of you also noticed that lately there just doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day?

I’m not talking about the recent spring forward time change. Yes, we lost an hour for just that one night, but I’m talking about every night and day.

At working I’m spinning my wheels as fast as they can go, and at the end of it there is still work left yet undone.

Then I race home to pick up my son from track practice, then cook dinner, eat while grilling my son about his day. Always the same answers: grunt, grunt, grunt, nothing happened. I usually take a quick minute to have a cup of tea — sometimes it’s a glass of wine. Depends on how tough the day was.

 Then it is off to the races again shuffling through bills, paying some of them. I try to get on my e-mail for a minute to answer friends who reached out but there isn’t always time for that. Some days I also have to squeeze in a trip to the grocery store to replenish the essentials - milk, bread— and reload the gas tank before the morning. I do that at night because I know in the morning I’m going to try and get every possible second of sleep before rising at 5 a.m. to wake my son, make his lunch and wave him of to school.

Two days a week there’s Tae Kwon Do lessons at 8 a.m. because I have to do something to keep in shape other than run mom’s taxi service. The days and nights are so tight, sometimes when the phone rings I just ignore it for fear I’ll end up in some long conversation with someone and chat away precious time.

That’s one of the things I do love about Facebook. I can get on there for a minute and answer a few pokes and jump off. It also gives me a minute to just sit and do something fairly mindless for a moment to catch my wind.

Then I’m up again and I throw a load of laundry in the wash. That means that I will also have to fold them later. They haven’t invented a dryer that can separate and fold, or have they? There is probably an ap for that.. And if there isn’t, there ought to be.

No, there really doesn’t ever seem to be enough time in the day. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older that the days fly by so quickly. Or maybe it’s that I just have so much to do, what with working a few hours on the weekends, the extras at work and running my son all over town for his events. There is no mom time.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining, just stating the facts. I’ve run myself ragged and I don’t know how much longer I can keep up this pace. I was telling a friend that just the other day, and he just smiled as if I was exaggerating. Later he came to me and reiterated the same thing I’d warned of.

This post may not be something you feel you can comment on. It wasn’t intended to be.

I’m just stating the obvious. I’m dog tired and I’d like to know if it’s just me or do I have company in this crazy rat race?

Sometimes I find myself thinking about what my youngest said after his father died. Now granted, he was feeling some anger, but he said, “what is this all for if in the end we are just going to die anyway?“

I guess my answer is, "it's for the ride and the folks we touch along the way.“

I need to take my own advice and cut back on all that I’m doing so I’ll have time to spend doing nothing with my boys. Because as much as we would like to, we just can't save time in a bottle, or box, or anything for that matter. But what if you could, what a concept. It would probably be so expensive I would be able to afford it anyway.