... by a middle aged working Father or a Housewife with 3 kids.

Lately I have been pondering time and have decided that Father Time must be hoarding the fountain of youth. Yes, I know your going to tell me but Father Time is old, and indeed in all the pictures we see of him he walks around with a full length grey beard, wrinkles and a cane. However he's not getting any older. I mean he looks the same to me now as he did when I was a child, so he must have some secret. Of course we all know it's not the fountain of youth he holds, it's simply that he manipulates time to always be in HIS favour.

I am not overly found of Father Time, to me he is a trickster. I mean he plays these games with our clocks and I can never seem to catch him doing it. [Pretty darn spry for being millions of years old, eh?]

For instance, how many times have you sat at your computer calmly typing away and the next time you look at the clock 2 - 3 hours have passed. Maybe you wake up contemplating your day, you have plans for the evening but you know that's hours away still. You go about your daily chores and the time just drags by, one second at a time and it seems that your evening plans will never arrive. Then all of a sudden out of the blue its only a half hour before you should be ready to go and you still have not showered. Forty-five minutes later you pull on your shoes, not bothering to lace them and run out the door, hair still wet, shirt half buttoned and one pant leg carelessly tucked into your sock.

It's not just minutes and hours that Father Time likes to play games with either. His best tricks are his slight of hand with days and even years.

Your best friends Birthday is on a Tuesday, still a week away, she has thoughtfully been reminding you of this fact for weeks now. Your plan is to go by the Jewellery store and pick her up a charm bracelet, then call and make reservations at her favourite Italian restaurant and make plans with a few of your mutual friends to meet up at the Pink Lagoon for drinks. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were crazy days at work and you just didn't have the time to make any progress on your plans at all other than to write a note on your calendar to remind you to make reservations, and everyone knows how crazy nights can get after work when you have 3 kids. Now it's the weekend, you make a couple of calls to your mutual friends to try and set up a time for them to all meet at the Lagoon only to find that they are not home, so you make a mental note to try again later, which never happens. Now it's Monday, back to work and the Boss informs you that they will have a major important client stopping in tomorrow and he needs you to go over all the books, to ensure accuracy as well as call the caterers and set up a catered lunch in the board room, make sure that the entire staff is aware that the meeting will be at 1:00 and remember to contact the janitor to be sure the floors are vacuumed tonight. Any thoughts of your friends birthday tomorrow??? Only for a second when the Boss speaks of a caterer and then it's gone. Once home you are completely exhausted but you still have to get supper cooked and 2 loads of laundry done, as well as help your youngest with their algebra. Remembering your friends birthday is the farthest thing from your mind, at least till you lay down, by then it's too late to do anything. Now it's Tuesday... you know the rest. [giggle]

I wont expound on the biggest con that Father Time runs though. I will leave that to my readers instead. Father Times biggest con is his Now you see it, now you don't tricks with YEARS.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Where did the years go? When did I become middle aged? They were just babies, when did they grow up? Now who put that grey hair there?

Share with me your biggest frustrations about Father Time and his 'Disappearing Years" act.

Hugs & giggles to all

-Ranae'