turn off the time

Today was the first day the girls were gone to their Dads, and I spent the day cleaning their rooms. This is what Mom's do, we look for the carpet underneath all the garbage, dirty clothes and other random items like clothing tags. For some reason my girls think tags belong anywhere other than the garbage. Cleaning rooms always starts out of frustration but today I ended up sifting through their childhoods. Old photos, homework, and clothes that don't fit them anymore. I have been getting very nostalgic lately, probably because Cassidy is graduating next year and I feel the clock picking up speed. I remember when she was in Kindergarden and on her very first day all the mothers were gathered around the door waiting for them to come out, and the conversation went to graduating year, 2012. Seemed a lifetime away in 1999, now its next year. She already has plans to go away for school and then she is gone. I feel my bones creaking, I am getting old. Someone unplug that time clock, I am not ready for her to grow up.