When you wake up at 6 in the morning, you close your eyes for 5 minutes and it’s already 6:45.
When you’re at work and it’s 2:30, you close your eyes for 5 minutes and it’s 2:31.
A 90-minute staff meeting is considerably longer than the 90-minute massage I was so looking forward to.
My 30-minute lunch break, when I have no playground duty, is considerably shorter than my 30-minute preschool lunch duty.
The minute I have to wait in my car at a pedestrian crossing is considerably longer than the minute I have to cross the road at the lights as a pedestrian.
But it is not only ‘tick-tock time’ that defies logic.
January may have 31 days, but it may as well only have a quarter of that. As a teacher, January is the shortest month of the year. It’s a fact.
Each of our terms consists of ten long weeks, followed by two extremely short weeks. Then we have the slow-quick build up to Christmas. Waiting for the last week of Term 4 to finish seems like a lifetime, but the week (or often less) that we then have to buy presents, clean the house and organise Christmas Day festivities – this might as well be 24 hours.
For some reason the period between Christmas and New Year really drags.
Then it’s January and, BAM, before I know it we are back at school.
Where did January go?
If you are a parent, maybe the opposite is true for you.
Whichever way it is, time is a phenomenon I simply do not understand.