what the future holds

So, in ten years or so, when I am telling some

nice young mother how much I miss the days when my kids were small,

could someone refer me back to these photos??

I really don't think I am going to forget about how

my floor had plenty of traction, what with all the spilled

sticky juice, food, and the delay in good cleanings.

But, I probably will miss these plump little fingers, trying to

help clean up all the messes, right? I used to subscribe to the idea that

if I wanted something done right, I would just have to do it myself.

That method worked fine with a couple of kids but not so much now. I

really don't have time to get to every last corner and smudge in our house.

Sadly, I am not terribly bothered by that. I just relish in the fact that

no guests of ours will ever have to worry about taking a fall upon

slippery, so-clean-you-could-eat-off-them, floors.

No danger here of that.

Give me ten years....and this house will be immaculate.

And, I will be able to put my feet up and work on my tan

on the sidelines of my kids' games. And I will be able to

do whatever I want to do while the kids are at school. I will

be training for half-marathons, reading biographies,

and taking a shower e-v-e-r-y- s-i-n-g-l-e day.

It will be the land of milk and honey.

And, no one better tell me anything different.