Time’s a funny thing

So .. I know this blog isn’t as widely read as I would like (still working on that) but I know the last post I published was read by quite a few peeps from a certain audience – close friends etc, mainly because it was about my new daughter.

So this is 6 months on from the birth of my daughter and I’ve come to another realisation. This is going to really change science and physics as we know it so strap in.

I reckon that, based on my experience of the last 6 months, that time passes differently when you’ve got a small child.

Revolutionary I know.

For example, tasks that you think wouldn’t take very long seem to take ages and activities or noises, games etc that you feel you’ve been doing/playing for an hour have only lasted 3 minutes. Furthermore time passes differently even when you aren’t doing these things – I’m woken up by my daughter (over Christmas, so not at work), change of nappy, breakfast, get her dressed, play with her toys .. I suddenly realise its nearly time for her mid-morning nap and I’m not even dressed, then she falls asleep, wakes up, its time for her lunch and ours and then by the time the washing up is done and she’s played a bit, then its time for another nap, then she wakes and its tea time, and its bath and then bed and all of a sudden, its half 7!

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Now for those readers without children I’m sure this won’t mean anything and for those      experienced parents they may be saying to themselves, “well yes, that’s what happens”, but for me, especially over Christmas,  this revelation about the passage of time was news to me (suppose it would be considering the definition of revelation ..)

But another thought struck me at the same time as this one about time. What I also realised is that, even though it takes ages to do bottles, prep and wash and sterilise and ages doing nappies and stuffing them and sorting out clothes and tidying away toys and cleaning up etc etc etc, absolutely none of that matters to me – at all. The passage of time in this way does not bother me at all – because it is time for and with my daughter and even though I get tired playing peekaboo for what feels like 4 hours and actually has only been 4 minutes, none of that matters.

 

None of that matters to me in anyway because I’m lucky enough to be spending time with my daughter and so even though all the things feel like they take ages – I really don’t care one bit.

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