The eldest daughter walked into the living room, bleary-eyed from staying up too late the night before. “I woke up with a realization,” she said. “You know how the average person is supposed to sleep 8 hours a day?”
“That means you’ve slept at least a-third of your life away.”
Before I even set my coffee cup down, the other two jumped on this realization. “That means I’ve lived only 8 years of my life,” the 12-year old mused.
“That means I’m really only 6 years old,” spouted the 9-year-old.
The eldest pointed at me. “So really, even though you’re almost 40, you’ve only really lived like 24 years of it.” She turned her finger on her dad. He shook his head, not wanting to know, and escaped upstairs.
I stood up, a little depressed, and headed for the kitchen. “No more deep thoughts until I’ve had a second cup of coffee!” And for some unknown reason, the song, “Seize the Day” by Carolyn Arends started playing in my head.