My scarf sits waiting to be finished, once again, as I’m stuck spending the evening paying bills and making meal plans for the week because the boys were not asleep until 9:30 tonight. So instead of feeling sorry for myself (which I’ve done the past hour now) I remind myself:
I will miss it when they no longer say “Mama, stay with me….”
I will miss it when Spinner won’t go to sleep because he’s too busy looking for the moon and wanting it to say goodnight to him.
I will miss it when Knittykid no longer follows me from room to room, trying to fall asleep wherever I might be.
I will miss it when Math Boy finally decides he’s too old to fall asleep holding his mama’s hand.
I will miss it when they no longer ask me to read them a book. Although I will not miss it when they all want three different books at the same time and spend half of bedtime fighting about who gets what book and when and who needs to “JUST BE QUIET AND LET MOM READ!!” (push shove push shove scream bite, etc)
I will miss it when I come downstairs late at night and the floor is clean and the dishes have been done and it is quiet, and tidy and a good evening for knitting.
I will miss this crazy, hectic, loud and messy life. And I’ll have plenty of time to knit then…..