Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have issues with telling time. I consider myself a very smart person, but when it comes to clocks and watches, I prefer the digital kind. Sadly, the digital kind aren't the pretty kind! Oh and my beautiful new watch from Eric, which he got for me as a "Push Present" is definitely not the digital kind. So I resort to staring at the face of the watch for way too long than a normal person should, when asked what time it is!Not only does this clock describe me for the above reason, but it also represents how time is everything and nothing to me anymore. It's everything to me b/c I plan my life out in 3-hour spurts. That's about how long Gavin goes in between meals. And time is everything to me b/c Im running out of precious time at home with my lil bear. But at the same time, time is NOTHING to me b/c I dont care if its 7 pm or 11 pm, when Gavin goes to sleep at night, so do I. And if he decides that 3 am is the time that he would like to hang out and smile so big and play and coo and talk to me, then that's when we will play.
Who needs to tell time????
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