On Second Thought

I was in the shower this morning thinking about all the things I need to write to update my blog... about Spring Break and our trip to Corpus Christi while Daniel was working on the house in Ingleside...our visit to the USS Lexington... our trip to the Texas State Aquarium... the fun we had at the beach until Philip got stung by a sting ray... all the stuff I need to mention like Josh turning one and how special it was... And I was thinking about all I needed to get done in the office... you know... just thinking...

Like I said, I was in the shower. It was about 6:15 a.m. and I though I could take a nice warm wake-me-up shower and even have time to shave my legs... when I heard Josh cry. My first thought was, "Good grief! Can't I even take a peaceful shower at 6:15 in the morning? Can that kid ever sleep when I want him to? Now, I bet he's going to want in the shower with me, like always..."

That's what I thought at first... then a second later I thought, "What the heck, lady? In fewer years than you think you'll be all alone in this house and that little baby won't want to remember ever having showered with you! He'd think: GROSS! Shower with my mom?!"

Then, of course, like I do a lot, I started to think about all the things I'm going to miss one of these days. I wondered if I'll miss all the barbies in the bathtub? The pool of shampoo from a turned over bottle that Katherine used to wash the barbie's hair over and over again? The paper from the trash in my office space turned over all under my desk every day? My liquid paper all dried up because Megan used it in 'her office' and left it open just a little bit? I could go on for pages...

One of these days I'll have my shower to myself. My desk. My room. My house. One of these days I won't have a sweet warm little wiggly boy pulling on me in the night. One of these days no one will come into my room with cold feet and legs to warm against me because my bed is always so much more cozy than hers. One of these days no teenage boy will plop on my bed and take my pillow to hang out and see what I'm reading. One of these days no 11 year old girl will think I don't understand... and she not understand how much I really understand more than she knows and how I love her with all of my heart.

One of these days will come sooner than I want.

On second thought... an early morning shower is best with a soapy, slippery one year old baby boy to share it with... especially when there's just a drop of his baby shampoo left... just enough for one more shower with mommy.

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