I suppose someday I’ll miss they way Addison goes through an average of 15 different outfits each morning before she finally gets dressed.

I suppose someday I’ll miss cleaning up constant food messes just in time to prepare another snack/meal and start all over again.

I suppose someday I’ll miss all of the fingerprints on my stainless steel fridge and sliding glass doors.

I suppose someday I’ll miss the obsession my girls have with bodily functions. The laughing any time one of them mentions poop or pee or “little fluffs” as my girls like to call it. (Great name right? Ellie came up with that one when she was two and it has stuck :)

I suppose someday I’ll miss the way I have to say “please open the lemonade gate” every time before the girls will let me undo their car seats to get them out of the car. They can be so annoying adorable when they want to be.

I suppose someday I’ll miss all of the help with home decor.

I suppose someday I’ll miss hearing voices screaming “ME FIRST, IT’S MINE, and GIVE IT BACK!” from the upstairs.

I suppose someday I’ll miss pretending that I can’t find Kenny and the girls when he walks in the door every night. Even though they are hiding in the same spot that they hid in the night before…and the night before that…and the night before that.

I suppose someday I’ll miss getting into bed at night and being greeted by a My Little Pony instead of by my pillow.

I suppose someday I’ll miss all of the “help” with vacuuming and sweeping and dusting and laundry. So much “help” that it takes me twice as long to get anything accomplished.

I suppose someday I’ll miss all of the craziness that goes along with raising young children because I am told by nearly every other woman in the supermarket who has been in my shoes that I will.