I wanted to share this:

One of these days you’ll explode and shout to the kids, “Why don’t you grow up and act your age?”
…and they will.

OR:

“You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do. And don’t slam the door!”
…and they don’t.

You’ll straighten up the boys’ bedroom neat and tidy — bumper stickers discarded, bedspread tucked and smooth, toys displayed on the shelves. Hangers in the closet. Animals caged. And you’ll say out loud, “Now I want it to stay this way.”
…and it will.

You’ll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn’t been picked to death and a cake with no finger traces in the icing, and you’ll say, “Now, there’s a meal for company.”
…and you’ll eat it alone.

You’ll say: “I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around. No demolition crews. Silence! Do your hear?”
…and you’ll have it.

No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghtetti.
No more bedspreads to protect the sofa from damp bottoms.
No more gates to stumble over at the top of the basement steps.
No more clothespins under the sofa.
No more playpens to arrange a room around.
No more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent
No more sand on the sheets or Popeye movies in the bathrooms.
No more iron-on-patches, wet, knotted shoestrings, tight boots, or rubber bands for ponytails.
Imagine. A lipstick with a point on it.
No baby sitter for New Year’s Eve.
Washing only once a week.
Seeing a steak that isn’t ground.
Having your teeth cleaned without a baby on your lap.
No PTA meetings.
No car pools.
No blaring radios.
No one washing her hair at 11 o’clock at night.
Having your own roll of Scotch tape.
Think about it. No more Christmas presents out of toothpicks and library paste.
No more sloppy oatmeal kisses.
No more tooth fairy.
No giggles in the dark.
No knees to heal, no responsibility.

Only a voice crying, “Why don’t you grow up?” and the silence echoing,
“I did.”

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Hang in there sweetie, this too shall pass and the memories will be lovely. I hope. ;)

Unfortunately, the kids will remember all of the bickering and junk. Their selective memories and ours differ in the most amazing ways.

My youngest and I have been at each other’s throats all week. It took me a few days to figure it out, but he’s ADHD, right? And medicated. And he works so hard at school all day to be good, listen, learn and cooperate. By the time he gets home, he’s given it all he’s got, cap’n. And he falls apart. I just couldn’t figure out why he went from good kid to basket case once school started. Maybe a nap would help. Yeah. I think I’ll go take one now …