Holy Frickin Crap!

Ok so I'm a little in shock. My daughters are starting preschool tomorrow! And yes I know we're just starting them off at 2 days a week but it's still a big deal to me.

Is it just me or is time flying by? I guess that's part of being an adult... we get so busy with our lives we don't even notice the years going by. Not that I'm complaining :)

I just remember when the girls were born and it still feels like it wasn't that long ago. And yet, it has been. They're four and a half now. They're little people now. It's weird to me. I think I understand parents better now. I think I know now why my own mom still worries about all of us and still hopes we make good decisions for ourselves. Being a parent doesn't ever end. It's this infinite thing. I know now that I'm going to look at my kids in 2o, 30, and 40 years and think to myself, "it wasn't that long ago..."

What in the hell did we get ourselves into? It's the best and worst thing in the world. Isn't it amazing that WE are responsible for sending functional and worthy human beings out into the world? Us? I wonder if all people think this way? I wonder if everyone worries about this stuff? Does worrying about it make us better parents? To be perfectly honest, I feel like I'm already failing them somehow. I already have regrets about things I could or should have done better. Damn, I'm turning into my mother lol!