I feel like I should still be signing my checks with 2004. Adah is too tall for her 3T and 4T clothing. Is she sprouting before my eyes? And in two months, there will be another life springing into action under this roof.

I want to grab the little grains of sand, but they sift through, careless.

I'm finding it hard to focus on getting daily tasks planned and executed, so I have no idea how I'll make it through to February. Too much to accomplish: moving the office, getting Adah settled in a new room, a bathroom remodel to boot. My brain is just fried. Not to mention, ever since Thanksgiving, if I "over do it," I get a string of contractions. Who has time to put their feet up?

Yeah, I know, I hear you. Dirt wins, it will all get accomplished sometime, what's more important? You're right, but I can still be stubborn.