I have absolutely no idea where the time has gone. You know how sometimes you blink and the party’s just over? Maybe you were having so much fun you lost track of time. Hey, that’s what happened to Cinderella at the ball. She was so wrapped up in her handsome prince, she didn’t notice it was creeping closer to midnight until she heard the first strike of the clock. Or maybe that party was so boring you just sat on a sticky sofa, shoveling chip after chip into your face, until you had dip dribbling down your chin. Maybe you were just too freaking drunk. It doesn’t really matter how it happened…one minute you’re walking in the door and the next, the party’s over.
But I’m not talking about a party. I’m talking about the month of May. I suppose I could be talking about almost anything. Life. Love. Youth.
The last brownie.
And while I’m thinking about that brownie…craving it long after someone else has eaten it…I knew I should have grabbed the damn thing and hid it away before going to bed last night. But delicious brownies aside…how the hell did June sneak up on me? I know I wasn’t drunk…or seduced by a handsome prince. Was I just not paying attention? I felt the rain…watched the flowers bloom…and yet somehow lost track of the days on the calendar.
I’m not going to let that happen to me again. I have plans for June. In fact, I’m going out of town with my mother next week. Three days without my kids, my husband, my dog, or my chickens.
How the hell will I survive? How can I resist?
I feel like quoting Ferris Bueller. “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Until the next time…I’ll be packing!