It goes by so quick?

I know that people are talking about free time when they say this.  It is typically covered up with false intention meaning baby-hood, but that seems to take forever, and my "Me" time?  That's what flies by.  And who thought it would be fun to instill an instinct into the soul of a mother making you deeply miss your child the second you leave him?  That's just cruel.  I have developed "Baby schitzophrenia" in which I swear I hear baby cries even in the dead silence.  I wonder if that will ever go away?  Oops, I think I hear it now...could it be a flare up?