perspective change

This working mom thing has made me a hot mess.  And while I try to become less of a mess, and more of superwoman I am reminded of a change in perspective...that the laundry, and dishes, and whatever else that has me boggled down on my days off can all just...wait.  That even though I don't have a newborn, it is okay for laundry to sit piled up on my couch, and dishes to sit in the sink.  Newborn or not, my kids are changing, and I don't want to waste it away worrying about a perfectly clean house on my days off from work.

Someday I'll miss needing to pack a diaper bag, buckle three littles in the carseat, and frequent the toy aisle every single trip to Target to satisfy the requests of two little boys who didn't want to go shopping but were forced.

I sure would be nice to reclaim my bed, but the few good hours of sleep I get when I give into her demands don't allow for that right now (a working mom has got to do, what she's got to do).  As much as I would like to wish her terrible sleeping habits away, someday I will wish I could go back to the nights where she wakes me at least 2 times to nurse her, and the fact that she will only sleep good next to me in bed.

Someday I'll miss the mess that Ryker's creativity on a random Tuesday brings.

I sure will love the day when we have a living space, just one living space, that isn't cluttered with toys.  But when that someday comes, I'll miss seeing car lined window sills, and a hall closet filled with toy bins.

                                         

The tiny hand prints that cover the window on the front door, and slim residual left from goodbye kisses on the glass make for more mess to clean up.  But I'd take that anyday, because someday I will miss the sound of excitement as daddy approaches the door, the way he jumps up and down unable to contain his happiness, when he first spots his daddy come home from work.

The noise of their screams, laughter and giggles can be the cause of a headache.  Their rough play that makes my heart beat a little faster, worrying that one of them is going to get hurt.  Somedays I like to wish these moments away, but soon the three of them might not all be in the same room, making the same screeching sounds, playing all crazy together.  I'd take one hundred headaches over having the quiet.

Or having puzzle pieces scattered on the kitchen floor for the day, because the puzzle master just will finish it by dinner.

Or finding markers like this on the kitchen table, after I told a certain little 5 year old to put them away...but mom, it's a masterpiece, we really don't want to ruin it!"

And someday I'll miss cleaning up the mess that an afternoon shared Puff-fest brings.

Babyproofing the house is such a drag, but someday I sure will miss watching my baby learn, explore, and grow.  I'll miss the way she slithers her tiny self so quickly across the kitchen floor, or the way she always goes for things she shouldn't. 

Because someday, these sweet kids of mine won't all live together, with us.  So today, and everyday until that someday happens, I'll love and cherish every minute of the things that today brings that I want to wish away, but will someday miss.