I think I need a break.
One week would be nice. One week away on vacation somewhere warm and I could have a week off from doing laundry. Ahhhh, that would be great.
Although a week off from laundry probably isn’t possible. What would everyone wear?
6 Days then. I’d like 6 days off from cleaning the house. No vacuuming, no dusting- how awesome would that be?
Of course, no one would be cleaning in those 6 days, so I’d just have a lot of catching up to do. 6 days break is asking too much.
5 Days- for 5 days I would love it if the kids would stop fighting. No pushing someone because they took your toy, no rough-housing resulting in tears. It would be so quiet here.
But how would I stop them from fighting? Sure, Little Miss is fine, but it’s in boy’s blood to fight- I don’t think it’s possible to contain it.
So 4 Days it is. For 4 days I don’t want to have to clean up from a single meal. No highchair trays dumped to the floor to signal “I’m Done!”, no peanut butter sandwiches turned into table art, no more spaghetti sauce in hair.
I think that’s asking the impossible though. NO way that could ever happen.
How about 3 days? A long weekend- maybe The Dada and I could go away for a long weekend and just relax. Marvelous.
Except that I know the minute I leave the house I’d miss my kiddos too much and I wouldn’t enjoy myself at all the entire time.
So a long weekend away is expecting too much of me. How about 2 days? For 2 days I’d love it if I didn’t have to pick up a single toy. No rooms looking like a hurricane or tornado just went through them.
Of course I DO have a little hurricane and tornado living in my home.
So one day. For one day could no one please ask me for food? No more eating full meals and then 15 minutes later crying to me about how hungry your tummy is. No hanging on cupboard doors wailing about how you need to “eat, eat, eaaaattttt!” No opening the fridge door and climbing up inside.
But that’s never going to happen, I have a house full of boys. Endless guts.
So maybe just a few hours? Could I have a few hours to maybe work on “The baby’s” scrapbook?
Fancy paper, markers, nifty scissors, glue, stamps and endless piles of stickers- what on earth am I thinking asking my little boys to stay away from that tempting spread???
Ok, so if a few hours is too much, how about a minute? If I could just have one minute to run upstairs and use the bathroom without “Little Hurricane” pushing a bar stool over to the kitchen sink, climbing up the stool and onto the counter, then crawling into the kitchen sink and drinking the old liquids out of the dishes sitting in there; if I could just do that- it would be the best thing ever.
