Lately there seems to be so much to do and just not enough time to fit everything in.  When I was younger I could, and would spend hours working on writing projects, or walking through the woods.  Lately I feel like I've accomplished a lot if I manage to get dressed before dinner.  Ok, so it's not always that bad, and a good part of that is because my son often wakes before I do, which means I have to roll out of bed running.  I don't really mind having to hit the ground running, so long as I'm getting the things I want to get done done, but that doesn't happen with a toddler in the house.  Instead, I end up trying to fit in tasks where and when I can.  Which means, all those things I used to spend hours working on might now only have a few minutes, or no time at all.  

Don't get me wrong.  I wouldn't trade my baby for the world, but sometimes I wouldn't mind five minutes.  

And now my mind's wandered off again.  I wish it would stop doing that, even though it sometimes comes back with the most amazing stories... now I just need the time to write them all down.

Or, maybe, I should just try to get to sleep earlier.