The turning of the light...

The light is turning.

Every day, we move farther from the Solstice, and inch closer and closer to Beltane.  The chickens tuck themselves in to the coop earlier each evening, and the sun rises later each morning.  I find myself constantly running behind the ball, chasing the light in a quest to get things done....and constantly falling behind.  School is nearly here again, and the routines of home-school-work-home will return.  I need more hours, or to learn to operate on less sleep....

When the kids were born, I thought each day to be a success if I could get  combined total of 5 hours of sleep.  And it would be random...7 pm until 8:30...11pm until 2...3:30 until 5am...and we would be done.  And I could do it!  I was productive, my brain could function, the world would turn. 

But it is not so any longer...I am not sure what to do about this, and I find it so surprising and unexpected.  I probably should have seen it coming, but, what can I say?  I am oblivious to the passing of time, and the onset of years.  I know I should be thankful I had my children while I was young and energetic, and I am...but I wish it would last forever.  The energy, the time...the flexibility of each hour to expand and encompass the task at hand.

But instead...the kids are in bed, and I will be soon too.  It is 8:45 in the evening, and my bedtime is quickly approaching. 

There will be more time tomorrow....