Time waits for no man…

…and the deal is, it passes by without any notice or whatsoever. Well you’d know what I mean if you too belong in the gang (I am hoping that there is such a gang out there) of people who at times, try to figure out what happened to Wednesday on a Thursday.

If you are a mom, it’s even easier to notice how literally time flies. One moment he is this helpless little angel who relies on you, his universe, his mom for a single serving of breast milk and the next thing you know you are cleaning up a single serving of store-bought organic chocolate milk (because that is his new preferred taste) which is all over the freshly steam-vacuumed carpet because he thinks it is fun sipping in a mouthful of milk and then spurting it out like a fountain. That moment while you are trying to figure out what happened to all the days between the day you brought the tiny bundle home from the hospital and the present double carpet-cleaning day, you become aware of how time, by the months, has passed you by so quickly and silently.

On a more ‘blogospheric’ level, today I realized how speedily time has sneaked by me as I logged in to my blog site and noticed that the last time it was updated was a little over a month back. But I still do remember conveniently posting my previously written poem like it was just yesterday! Sounds pathetic? Well I needed to do justice to my self-pledge of updating voilasheila at least once a month! In my defense, when I started this blog, I never wanted it to be the daily updated, up-to-the minute blog site like that of other bloggers I know of. I wanted this place to be an avenue to put my random thoughts on words. Not so much the things happening in my life on a day-to-day basis.

That’s why you don’t find here posts titled “The day my baby went in for his 19 months well-exam” or “The day my hubby started the first day of his business school for yet another Master's degree” or “The Moving Day: from a comfortable apartment that had turned into a Toys-R-Us store to a much bigger and comfortable place” or “The day I accepted a publishing proposal and got closer to my dream of becoming a published writer”.

Yes, all that (and in fact so much more) happened in the last month. Sometimes, it’s like there are just so many things to do with just too little time in my hands. Well then, does this mean that maybe I should try and stretch out the hours in my day to the maximum so that I can make the best out them and have the possibility to get much more things done? Like in the last one month, I needed more time and so I sacrificed sleep and stayed up so many hours late at night brushing up my manuscript, writing artwork brief, unpacking boxes, arranging stuff just so I can get more things done in a day. And nights work best, especially after my demanding 19 months old boss hits the crib. So yeah, something’s got to give…I lose some sleep, I gain some time.

But then, I gain some time only to realize that it’s not enough and it will never be. The fight against time is a never-ending thing for all Homo sapiens I guess. My hubby is the greatest example of a warrior against time at the moment: working 9-6 (or more these days) managing important projects at work, coming home to play and spend time with his flesh-and-blood, cuddling up with me and trying to get involved in my book, and then waking up odd hours to study for his business school. And this vicious cycle, I remind him, will be going on at full speed for the next three years, until he brings home the coveted feather to put in his cap. Bravo, my technocrat warrior!

I tell myself and him that it’s only best to do whatever 24 hours would allow us to do (beauty rest included) and wake up fresh and ready to conquer a whole new 24 hours the very next day. So that’s the bright side of this story: no matter how much time you've wasted in a day, or how much time you lack in a day, you still have an entire tomorrow to spend wisely or waste freely.