~ Someday ~ Someday when the kids are grown, life will be different. The memo pad on my refrigerator door will read, "Afternoon at hairdresser" or "Start golf lessons" instead of, "Pediatrician at 2:00" or "Cub Pack Meeting". Someday when the kids are grown, the house will be free of graffiti. There will be no crayoned smiley faces on the walls, no names scrawled in furniture dust, no pictures fingered on steamy windows and no initials etched in bars of soap. Someday when the kids are grown, I'll get through a whole chapter of an engrossing book without being interrupted to sew a nose on a teddy bear, stop a toddler from eating dog food or rescue the cat from the toy box. Someday when the kids are grown, I won't find brown apple cores under the beds, empty spindles on the toilet paper hanger or fuzzy caterpillars in denim jeans. And I will be able to find a pencil in the desk drawer, a slice of leftover pie in the refrigerator and the comics still in the center of the newspaper. Someday when the kids are grown, I'll breeze right past the gumball machine in the supermarket, without having to fumble for change. I'll stroll freely down each aisle without fear of inadvertently passing the candy or toy sections, and I'll choose cereal without considering what noise it makes, what prize it contains or what color it comes in. Someday when the kids are grown, I'll get ready for my bath without first having to remove a fleet of boats, two rubber alligators and a soggy tennis ball from the tub. I'll luxuriate in hot, steamy water and billows of bubbles for a whole hour and no fists will pound on the door, no small voices will yell "Hurry up Mommy! I gotta go!" Yes... Someday when the kids are grown, life will be different. They'll leave our nest and the house will be quiet... calm...empty...and lonely... And I won't like that at all. And then I'll spend my time, not looking forward to someday... but looking back...at yesterday. by: Heart Tugs Greetings Song playing ~ Yesterday ~ by: The Beatles