Almost anything can happen in one day. Everyone writes about appreciating the day you are living because these moments matter. Everyone tells you to enjoy it because you’re going to miss it someday.
But I’m not going to write about that. I’ve spent too much time wistfully recalling the past. Feeling melancholy about what I missed or didn’t appreciate. Choking back tears over things that wouldn’t happen again.
This isn’t about those moments.
I was going to write about days to come, but we aren’t promised those. Not to mention that I know I can’t control the decisions my kids (or anyone else) make to determine the fate of those days to come.
So, we’re going to lighten things up over here. (Although I really do hope these days are coming.)
One day I will finish E’s first year photo book.
Another day I’ll start D’s.
Let’s be honest. Yet another day, I’ll get a Groupon to print them.
Oh, and another day…many days later, I’ll start A’s.
One day I’ll figure out how to keep the grout in my bathroom tile from getting brown.
One day I’ll clean out on of those drawers I stick things in when I can’t stand to see them on the counter anymore.
One day there will be only one person in my house who laughs when I say that “I have duty at school.” (I’m side-eying The Dad so hard at this.)
One day I will actually deep clean my oven and my refrigerator, instead of the wipe down it usually gets. Probably not the same day though. Let’s be real.
One day I’ll feel like I’m totally caught up with school stuff. I’m pretty sure this will also be the day I retire, but…
One day I will paint our bedroom – the only room that’s gotten no attention since we moved in 7 years ago!
One day I’ll paint my yellowing ceilings, even though it kills my neck.
One day, I’ll put my phone down and finish the vacuuming and laundry I’m in the middle of…
That one is going to be now. Aim high. Dream big. Start somewhere.
My somewhere is a pile of sheets.