Some days I wish I didn’t have to be the grown up.
Some days I wish I could just call in sick and crawl back into bed.
Some days I wish I didn’t have two little human beings who depended on me to get them dressed, to be fed, to take care of their bodily functions.
Some days I wish I could scream and throw a tantrum along with my kids instead of being the one trying to calm them down.
Some days I wish dinner would magically appear on the table and that I could just snap my fingers like Mary Poppins and all the things strewn all over the house would magically fly back to where they belong.
Some days I wish I could put on my shoes, grab my purse and a good book and walk out to the nearest cafe, without having to arrange for a babysitter or to wait until my husband came home.
Some days I wish someone would give me a bath and put me to bed.
Today was one of those some days and I engaged in a lot of wishful thinking. But regardless of how I feel, I know I have to be the grown up. I’m just thankful that I’m not the only grown up in the house. And I’m thankful that “the other grown up” will let me sleep in once in a while. I’m thankful that he will deal with the crying baby even though he’s already late for his meeting. I’m thankful that he will let me throw a tantrum after the kids are in bed and be the one to calm me down. I’m thankful that I have a partner in this thing called parenting because it sure is hard.
It’s so much better to be thankful than to wish for things to be different, isn’t it? It’s the grown up thing to do.