Time. It’s a complex thing. It passes. It waits for no man. It stands still. Einstein says its relative. Rod Stewart says it’s on our side. I’ve decided it’s not my friend. After spending the first 20ish years of my life welcoming time and the change it brings, I have seen it for what it truly is- the enemy of motherhood. I feel like I have finally pulled back the curtain of the great and powerful Oz of time, but instead of a little bald man like in the Wizzard of Oz movie, all there really is is a pile…