Someday, I will have time to make a dent in this 6-inch thick GMAT prep book.
Someday, I will have a day off of work.
Someday, Evan will go back to school.
Someday, Zach will start speaking and stop doing the whining/ grunting/ pointing thing.
Someday, this house will be clean. And neat. And organized.
And I will finish the 1000-page book I started reading out of a lapse in my sanity. Because for some reason, aside from GMAT prep, working like a dog, the questionably Aspergian high maintenance oldest child and the terrible-twos toddler, and all of the other shit I have to get done, I thought I would have time to read the damned thing.
Someday, I’ll relax.
Or maybe finish the apps for grad school.
Or maybe eat a dinner that is home cooked because we had time to cook.
Someday, there will not be sheer chaos in this house.
Someday, I will finish the 50 gazillion blog posts I have started about the different things I wanted to tell you all about but have not have the time to finish. On our Christmas. Or our anniversary. Or Evan’s progress and Zach’s delay.
But not now. Because right now, the tv is blaring, Zach is screaming because he doesn’t have the words or ability to tell John he wants apple juice. I am waiting for a phone call from the developmental interventionalist because I am finally worried about Zach’s speech delay to do something about it. And once I get the call, I have to go through the gu-wrenching possibility that my treatment during the pregnancy did something to him just when I thought it was all okay. And it is finally snowing outside, mixed with a bit of rain and freezing temps that are sure to make my commute a living hell.
And right now, I have to go to work. Again.