Someday, I will sleep through the night…
…without interruption
…without small feet padding to my bed
…without a small body in my arms
…without the punctuation of thunking feet or howling cries
…without the warmth of a little head in the crook of my arm
Someday, I will have all morning…
…to finish my steaming cup of coffee at a leisurely pace
…to take a shower without pretending I’m Aunt Bo
…to finish whatever I started and
…to plan a romantic dinner
…to pray in silence, to read and ponder in stillness, to start my day with peace
Someday, I will no longer worry…
…about washing the five outfits the baby has pooped her way through (in five minutes)
…about the timing of when the baby needs to eat and sleep and play
…about whether the three-year-old will wake the baby
…about gambling on a 5:00 nap in the hopes that the three-year-old will just keep on sleepin
…about the ongoing cough and its implications for our visiting of small friends
Someday, I will have all the time in the world…
…to pick my toes instead of someone else’s
…to write reviews of the fabulous books I finished over the weekend
…to ponder my April resolution even as I struggle to put it in practice
…to do those little things that never seem to get done
…to wish again for this time I’m not appreciating enough
