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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Someday.

Someday I will walk across my kitchen floor and not step on a single crumb or find anything sticky spilt.

Someday I won't hear bickering down the hallway and instead the evenings will be quiet.

Someday J and I will sleep as late as we want and then wake up and look at each other and say, "What should we do today?"

Someday I won't stub my toes walking into cars or stepping on blocks left out on the floor.

Someday there won't be handprints all over my windows and names written in the dust on my car.

Someday H's little arms will not reach around my neck and wrap his fingers within the strands of my hair.

Someday I will be able to make a dozen cookies or a tray of bars and it will last more than two days.

Someday I won't stumble over bodies and blankets that sometimes find their way to my bedroom floor at night.

Someday I will really have to start eating like a grown up.

Someday our fridge won't go through three gallons of milk in a week and instead the shelves will someday look quite barren.

Someday I will no longer have a swelling abdomen or flutters of movement within me.

Someday I will take a shower and I will take my dear, sweet time. I will not have to worry about any children and no one will open the door to tell me 'so and so' is on the phone.

Someday there will be no crayon marks on the table, the walls and the floor to be cleaned off.

Someday the phone will ring and instead of every possible catastrophe happening in the five minutes I am on the phone, the house will remain silent.

But today...

My house is a lived in home with crumbs on the floor and toys not always put away.

There is bickering about who did what or perhaps who looked out who's window and new crayon marks appearing daily.

My car might as well be a walking billboard for where T and M live because it typically always has one of their names written on it.

Each time the phone rings someone is crying and someone else is asking me a question. Usually about some sort of snack.

My belly is growing and not just because of the ice cream I've been eating lately.

The mornings come much too quickly, usually because of our human alarm clock, H.

So today, while I certainly look forward to all the somedays, I'm working on enjoying each and every piece of today. Because I know that someday, when my well rested self walks through my clean, sparkly, quiet, peaceful house, I will miss the days of yesterday.

Here's to today and all the somedays that will be here soon enough.

6 Comments:

Blogger Melissa said...

What's poignantly funny is that while reading the second half of your post I was thinking, "Someday that will be me." :) Here's to you, for being a wonderful wife, mother, and friend - and for doing it all with a great sense of humor and grace. LUMI!

June 11, 2008 at 2:28 PM  
Blogger The Lindahl News said...

Someday came to quickly for our household. I miss those years.

But, you are right, when you are in it, it is all-consuming. Hold tight, dear S.!

June 11, 2008 at 3:50 PM  
Blogger Rachel said...

Yes. Yes. yes.

Amen sweetheart.

June 11, 2008 at 8:50 PM  
Blogger The Lindahl News said...

Sorry. I meant to write too instead of to. SOMEDAY, I'll get it right!

June 12, 2008 at 6:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Like the songs says, You will miss this, You will want it back.
Enjoy every moment..

I Love You All
Auntie Laurie

June 12, 2008 at 8:29 AM  
Blogger melanie. said...

i have those SOMEDAY moments, too... today, i'm like someday samil won't take naps... and i might die without it.

June 12, 2008 at 11:22 AM  

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