Time Flies, Unless You're Watching Dora

Why is it that sometimes, sixty seconds can seem to last for-e-ver - and other times, the minutes pass in the blink of an eye?

You know how it is. Waiting for a kid to finish a sentence - especially when he's stalling at bedtime - can take eons: "Um, Mommy? Um. I need to, uh, tell you something important." (Pause, pause some more while he comes up with something, fidget. Add bonus time if you need to pee.) Sitting through two 30-minute episodes of Dora, or Lazy Town, or any other irritating kids' show? Torturous. Waiting in any boring office - the doctor, the dentist, the DMV - the clock practically stands still (especially when you're trying to keep kids from running amok in the meantime).

But when you're with your friends, like I was this past weekend? Time hurtles by faster than a four-year-old hopped up on cotton candy and caffeine. (And that's fast, y'all.) Betsy and Jenna were here all day Friday, Saturday, and half of Sunday ... but I swear, I've changed diapers that took longer. We ate at a restaurant with no kids' menu, played a board game that wasn't Candyland, and talked about things that weren't child-related. Important things like, "Would you rather do Borat or David Hasselhoff?" and "OMG, Cher's daughter is a man now!" There were chocolate chip cookies. And apple pies (yes, pies plural). And pizza. I stayed up into the wee hours every night and woke up at the crack of dawn every morning, but was it worth it? Oh yes.

And then I blinked, and my girl-weekend was over like Jon Gosselin's popularity. And now it's back to Momday - I mean, Monday - and I'm once again elbow-deep in poopy diapers, dirty laundry, Play-Doh crumbs, and conflict negotiation.

But it was fun while it lasted. :)