One of these days

I'm not going to feel like a sardine in my own bed
I'm not going to be awakened by voices whining for breakfast
I'm not going to have children at my feet in the shower
I'm not going to have endless laundry to do
I'm not going to be schooling children every day
I'm not going to have owiees to tend to
I'm not going to hear "WIPE ME" from the bathroom
I'm not going to have ponytail holders littering the floors
I'm not going to spend half the day looking for matching mini socks
I'm not going to have a car filled with toys
I'm not going to find sippy cups in the strangest of places
I'm not going to buckle carseats over and over again
I'm not going to have a baby needing to be held
I'm not going to worry about my children getting lost in public
I'm not going to need to cook dinner for 5 every night
I'm not going to have to wipe down nasty high chairs
I'm not going to have a baby who eats every small object in sight
I'm not going to have children who want endless books read to them
I'm not going to coerce them into the bath, then coerce them out of the bath
I'm not going to check if my babies are breathing at night
I'm not going to stay up late, worried about their health
I'm not going to have snuggly children surrounding me day and night.
And one of those days (if I make it) I'm going to be one bored, lonely lady.