One day . . .

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One day I will be able to eat a whole biscuit to myself without a little monster nibbling at the edges.

One day I won’t have to pick up a pile of muddy, wet kit from the bottom of the stairs and transfer it to the washing machine.

One day I won’t be used as a child’s personal handkerchief.

One day I won’t be labelled the ‘Fun Police’ because we can’t have yet another sleepover –  unless they happen at least twice a week they literally don’t count and I’m being selfish.

One day I won’t have to clean yoghurt off the TV/curtains/office chair.

One day I won’t get blamed for everything bad that happens. Or be told I’m a mean mum because I won’t let them have a Milky Bar for breakfast.

One day I will be able to go to the toilet in peace.

One day I won’t get moaned at for making a ‘disgusting dinner’ when I had the audacity to make roast beef and she wanted a bowl of Weetabix.

One day I won’t have to constantly be told how funny farting is. Or how even funnier it is when everyone gags from the stench of it.

One day I won’t have to listen to how UNFAIR I am being.

One day I will be able to buy chocolate and not have to hide it. *

BUT

One day I won’t hold warm little hands on the school run.

One day I won’t be the ‘most beautiful mummy in the world’.

One day the sound of children’s laughter won’t wake me in the morning.

One day I won’t get big, gangly boy hugs. Or a little girl creeping into my lap and tucking her head into my neck.

One day my two children will be out there, forging ahead in the world, and I will crave for these days again.

* Oh who am I kidding? That will NEVER happen.

One of the first bloggers I ever started reading back in the day hung up her pinny and went in search of a ‘real life’. She came back for a while last year, flirted with blogging again, but has dropped off the internet once again.

So this post is in honour of the lovely Millennium Housewife – I am paying homage to the sort of posts she used to write.

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12 Responses to One day . . .

  1. Yup. I get this. I’m off to collect my biggest boy to bring him home for a few days later today. I’m loving this new stage but I’m still yearning for those earlier days (and I’m VERY happy to still have my Bonus Boy in the midst of all these teens!)
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  2. That’s so sweet. I know exactly what you mean!
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  3. Susan Mann says:

    Aww I love this post xx
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  4. I adore this post, Tara. These are the little things that keep me going on even the worst of days. My two rarely give me a solid two hours of unbroken sleep so days can sometimes be fraught. But they are very forthcoming with hugs and kisses which I gleefully mop up knowing that they will be harder to come by as they get older.
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  5. Tara this is a great little post…..

    I think my one day is “One day I will be able to go away for the night for work without feeling guilty!

  6. A very sweet post. I am just going through a stage of getting Olivia used to nursery. I feel sad as she will not be with me all the time anymore, but I need that time to do my work, and other bits, and also know she needs to be with other children. I expected she would be like Isabelle and cry for months…. but guess what? No tears! Should I be happy or sad?
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  7. LauraCYMFT says:

    What a lovely post. I try not to think of the one days in the future. It’s too scary to think about.
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  8. Becky says:

    Oh yes! My son about secondary school and I know things are going to change..am not ready!!!
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