time

Remember when you were a kid and you would say you were eleven and a half when you turned eleven two months ago?

Yeah, I did that.  My kids did it.  "I'm nearly 16."  I would bite my tongue and not say no, you are 15.3.

Tonight, I am swamped.  I cleaned the house last night, did a little more this morning, went to my office, Carly called, and she offered to take me and Kim to Red Lobster for endless shrimp.

I am still full.  It was lovely, but by the time I left my office, got car, got home, waited on girls, drove to restaurant, ordered, waited, ate, waited on next kind of shrimp, waited on payment transaction, drove home, drove back to school, parked, got to office, well, it took three hours.

Kim called tonight on Carly's behalf, as I had gone back to my office, and said bring home Pepto.  We're out and Carly didn't feel so hot.  She takes that stuff like her dad.  Me, I have to cut something down to bone to take Tylenol.  I felt like a moron when the girls were little because I actually thought to myself once that if either of them was going to be sick ever, let it be Kim.  Carly had to have general anesthesia for a hangnail.

We were talking about that at Red Lobster, about the year Kim got her tonsils out, got lice, got stitches, got sprained and a wheelchair.  She had a bad year, but it was way after I had that stupid thought about if one of them is going to be sick.

I wish I had a time machine.  I wish I could go back and fix a few things.  I wish I could just have today again or more.  I did not get everything done that was on my list, so tomorrow I am already backed up.

Tonight I am thankful for the idea of eternity.