So I was standing in the kitchen this afternoon washing dishes. Grand Duchess came up to the doorway, peeked around the corner of it and whispered, "Peek a boo!" I entertained her for awhile with that and then the boys ran in the door - their return from school. She called out, "Thor's here!!!" and took off running.

It made me start to think. Next year she'll be going to preschool in the mornings, Thor will be in kindergarten all day. She'll come home and he'll still be gone. The next year will be the same - her being gone partway through the day. And then the next year she'll be a Kinder.

And then what will I do with my time?

I have these visions of sitting at my sewing table and making blankets or clothing. Or maybe I'll go on lunch dates with my girlies - sophisticated ones where there won't be little people telling me they "need to go potty" or spilling their soda/milk/water on me. I'll be able to wear stylish, non-kid-friendly clothes because I won't have a fear of ketchup stains or chocolate smears. And after my lunch dates, I'll be able to sit down and watch the news or my favorite adult chick flick (Not Nick junior or Disney junior). Maybe I'll get in the naps that I should have taken all these years. Maybe I'll ...

Oh who am I kidding. I'll be doing the exact same thing I do everyday now. Wake up, exercise, check my emails, clean the house, cook dinner, do laundry...

But maybe. Just maybe I'll get in some of that fun non - kid stuff.
Maybe.