I have a list of things that I will do… one day.
One day, when my children are much older, I will learn to sew, without worrying over tiny feet and sharp needles and pins on my floor.
One day, when they can take care of themselves, I will do frivolous things for the fun of it. I will take up basket weaving, or jewellery making. I will learn Arabic and swing-dancing.
One day I’m going to wake up every day and read a book for half an hour before I get out of bed. One day, I’m going to have time to paint my toenails a different colour every week.
One day, I will take up yarn-bombing and pilates.
Years from now, when all this time consuming child-rearing is over, I’m sure I will be searching for new things to do. Things to fill the time that used to be filled with tiny growing people.