What Has Happened To My Clock?

I remember as a child going out into the dirt with little cars and making a whole village.  I had roads that led to my imaginary store, my house, the laundromat, and oh yes, roads that led to nowhere.  I could spend hours doing this until it got dark and it was time to come in for the night.  I also remember laying out in the back yard looking up at the clouds and wondering what Heaven was like and envisioning things in the clouds.  Another favorite of mine was riding my bike down the hill, down the lane, and back up to the garage, with all of my imaginary places in between...stopping for gas, going to the store, etc.  Now I am an adult, with 7 children of my own and I have watched each of them playing, whether it be alone or together.  But something has happened in the time between my childhood and now...my clocks don't seem to be working right.  The clock that ran so slowly as a child and gave me a full afternoon of fun and adventure suddenly has quickened its pace and it seems as if I don't have any time for anything.  Many times I have felt like the end of the day has arrived and I haven't accomplished half of what I want to get done.  It's pretty easy to accomplish tasks, like dishes, or the house, or the job; but where is the time to slow down and just enjoy my family?  If I had one wish right now, I would wish for a whole month of nothing but spending time with my husband and kids...doing the things they like to do.  But most importantly, I would listen, listen closely to each of their likes and dislikes, their jokes, what makes them cry, what makes them laugh.  I feel as if I am missing out on so much of their lives and they are growing up way too quickly.

So............about this clock.............is there any way that I can get this fixed?  Is there any way that we can slow things down and I can just hear my kids laugh, cry, and talk together?  Sometime I feel like yelling, "stop the world and let us off!  Let  us enjoy each other for awhile without the hustle and bustle of everyones lives; without the full schedules that we all seem to hold.