... when showering every day is a reality, not a luxury.
...when I put food on my plate and there aren't 4 extra hands helping themselves to it until I'm left with nothing but crumbs and sticky fingerprints.
...when the washing machine, dryer and dishwasher do not combine to operate 24/7.
...when washing hands, going potty and getting into bed no longer require a crisis negotiator.
...when I can take 2 steps in my kitchen without feeling like I am walking on the beach (a Cheerio filled beach that is).
...when I can take 2 steps in my bathroom without having to wring out my socks.
...when the song that is running through my head all day is not something geared at the "under 5" crowd.
...when I don't run the risk of being mortally wounded running the gauntlet every day (aka the toy-filled stairwell and hallway).
And yet, when that day comes it means that my babies aren't babies anymore. I won't have these special days of spontaneous kisses and cuddles, silly games and childhood wonder and innocence. And so, I think, that day can wait a little bit longer :).
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