what I tell myself on those really really really long tiring motherhood days….
Someday my house will stay clean.
Someday the dishes will be done and rice not spilled on the floor.
Someday there won’t be swings to push.
Someday laundry will be small.
Someday I won’t be the one needed at three am.
Someday bedtime won’t have 32 surah to read until they’re finally asleep.
Someday I won’t have a little hand in my hand when we cross the street.
Someday there won’t be legoes underfoot.
Someday I won’t have to hear it’s not fair and it’s my turn and she got more.
Someday I won’t get wet in the swimming pool for their classes.
Someday there won’t be anyone jumping from stairs too high to the living room below.
Someday I’ll be able to sleep without an alarm.
Someday the house will be so so quiet.
Someday the throw pillows will stay on the couch.
Someday I won’t trip over toys in the entry way.
Someday the crayons won’t break and markers won’t lose their caps.
Someday I won’t hear umi umi umi umi umi umi umi umi umi umi ummmmiiiiiiiii
Someday the bad dreams and thunder scares and tummy aches in the middle of the night will be done.
Someday there won’t be cries of I’m bored and there’s nothing to do and I’m starving.
Someday trips to mall and pasar borong will be lonely. And less expensive.
Someday there won’t be spelling words to drill and math facts to check.
Someday I won’t wait up for them to get back home.
Someday I won’t have to yell no sneaking pickles or don’t sneak food or don’t sass back.
Someday the paperwork and artwork and clutter on the table will be gone.
Someday the worry, well, the worry will probably stay.
Someday all the things that are on my plate today will be done.
Someday my calendar won’t be so crazy color-coded.
Someday my drink will stay hot and my showers uninterrupted.
Someday I will miss today.
Someday I will sit back and think that I did it.
Someday, but not today.
Because today, today isn’t someday.
Today I’m mothering.
I love u kids. So much that i cant hold it.
Please stay small.