Time. There seems to be so little of it. And as the days grow shorter, it seems my days are growing shorter, too. How is it that the time between 4 p.m. and 9 p.m. - when the girls need to get all of their things done for school and chores and baths and dinner - is getting shorter? Every day, it seems to be later when things get done. The girls are to be in bed by 9, but we can't seem to get finished until 9:30 or 10 or even later. Where does the time go? How does it go so quickly? There's always so much to do. We can't spend any time relaxing. Every evening is a constant whirlwind of activity. I can't get anything done at all because I'm overseeing their work. And I'm doing it all alone. Tomorrow's going to be worse. I have an afternoon meeting at work, so I'll be home even later. I'll be lucky if I get the girls to bed by 11.