June 30, 2010
someday I will stop wearing maternity underwear.
someday I will make exercise a priority
someday I will make dinner every night of the week
(who am I kidding) someday I will make dinner 2 times in one week.
someday I will put the laundry away as soon as it is washed and folded so it doesn't sit in the basket at the end of our bed in hopes that Dan puts it away (*side note...this does work, but it takes, on average, 2 weeks)
someday I will drop 2 teenage kids off at high school and wish I would have appreciated the time I had with them when they were babies
someday I will make friends with my neighbors
someday I will look in the mirror and be really pissed that I didn't stop picking at my zits
someday I will keep the tv off the entire day
someday I will embrace my c-section scar (probably not any time soon though)
someday I will be able to drink an entire cup of coffee without having to microwave it 5 times
someday my husband will get it that I do not enjoy being spoken to for at least 5 minutes after I wake up