Someday

Some day, I'll be lonely for a conversation about a problem in a relationship between two fickle girls.

Some day, I'll wish I could fix breakfast for some hungry kids, even though I'm late for work.

Some day, I'll want to spend a Friday night talking to my kids, but they'll be out with friends and too busy.

Some day, I'll have the bathroom all to myself in the morning, but I'll wish I had a little girl around who needs her hair fixed.

Some day, I'll go out after work with friends, and not be called 10 minutes later by a crying child, who has been slighted by her brother. 

I get so frustrated that I can't be gone for ONE hour without problems.  I get so mad that every little thing is a big issue to them.  I get upset that nothing is good enough to keep them happy when I'm not here.  I need to understand that they are only happy when I'm home with them.  That's a blessing, right?  There'll come a day that I will just wish for an hour with them, instead of an hour without them.  I love my kids, and those folks who invite me out (who keep getting turned down by me) will just have to understand that it's Saturday, or nothing.  It's ok, though.  It's cheaper to stay home, anyway.