#24

Time is flying. Days go by and turn in to weeks and months. I intend to call people, make contact, be a friend...but I say to myself I'll call soon, I get tired, I forget. I have an emergency at work, I have a sick baby, I get sick, I just can't do it all. Something has to suffer and I feel horrible about the things that don't get done. But, I am only one person, doing the job of four people. I love my family, I love my job, I love my friends...unfortunately, I can only have slices of each and not all of any. Eliza will be 6 months next week. Time is flying.