Next Monday is going to mark the end of the month. This year feels like it is picking up speed. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that after Wednesday, my week is a blur until Monday. I am still having a hard time believing that Al is going to be starting high school next year (that means four more years and he’ll be off to college – sigh – I remember when we used to ride home from work/preschool and the commute was so long we’d sing itsy bitsy spider). Nat is three years behind him. Then Little A is almost five years behind him and Max is a year and change behind her. I think I’m glad I’m not freaking out right now thinking about Al being a young adult, but I know I have a LOT of work in front of me. I don’t mind, though.