Today was one of those days that I just wanted to turn back time. Turn back time to a place in time where I didn't have any responsibilities. To a time where I could sleep in as late as I wanted and eat what I wanted, drink whatever I wanted and not have to reply to anyone else's requests or whinning.
Instead, I got up at 6:30, got the kids ready for daycare, fed them breakfast and was headed out the door by 7:25 to drop them off at daycare and head into work. When I returned home nine hours later, I used the remainder of my day mowing the lawn, making two different dishes for dinner to pacify the ones who like Chinese and those who wanted plain old American tonight. I mowed the lawn, cleaned up the kitchen, folded three baskets of laundry, put two loads of laundry in the washer and dryer to be left for tomorrow's folding duties. I made tater-tots for a bedtime snack, filled two sippy cups with milk and turned on a movie to give myself an hour of quiet time to myself. All this in a span of 14 hours. This is my day today... this is typical of everyday.
I await my sweet sweet weekend, which is packed full of overnight guests for the girls, birthday parties for sweet little friends, babysitting infants and maybe one morning of sleeping in past seven. And while I'm not complaining of my jammed pack weekend, I do yearn for one weekend from the past where I have nothing planned, no one to feel I have to entertain or cook for. I yearn for a weekend that entails drinking sweet lemonade with a s midge of Vodka spilled on top, the rim laced with lick-able sugar to cut the bitterness. I yearn for clean sheets where I can sleep a full ten or even twelve hours, only to awake slowly and finally rise out of bed when I decide I'm ready to face the day. I yearn to eat warm croissants with too much butter lathered a top, then ice cream, then pizza... not caring that the combination is both irrational and unhealthy to begin my day and call it breakfast. However, I know that my day will begin with the left overs on the kids plates, as I never put myself into the equation when making breakfast. If I was an avid coffee drinker, I would begin with a hot tall mocha latte, but even that seems to be a task these days that I'd rather bow out of out of sheer laziness... or better put, sheer tiredness....
I am whining. I admit it and take full responsibility for it. However, in the end.... for years I yearned for exactly where I sit today; a house full of chaos and sticky fingers, sweet baby hands stroking my cheek in the middle of the night when one can't sleep, hugs and kisses at my arrival home after a long day at work.
Even in my darkest days... I can sit back and think, "today may be a lemonade day..."