My best friend and I have this running joke that we can't WAIT until we turn 40. We tend to say this a lot when life is especially chaotic, our kids are extra cranky and needy, and we are utterly exhausted. So pretty much we say this all the time.
You see, we're both in the throws of it right now. We each have two young kids who are still very much reliant on us for everything. And as sweet as it can be, it is freakin' draining. We yearn for the day when our kids can feed and dress themselves, can play independently for longer periods of time, can pee and poop without assistance, giving us a few minutes of solitude during the otherwise hectic day.
When I'm forty, my kids will 8 and 5. And to me, that seems like the perfect age. They are old enough that they are somewhat self sufficient with daily tasks and we can have interesting conversations over somewhat civilized meals. But they still young enough that we can snuggle, we can somewhat control who they hang out with, and they are not yet completely mortified by their parents.
But what do I really know. Maybe we're blissfully naive, and when we're 40, the challenges we face now will pale in comparison to the ones we'll have 5 year from now.
But a mom can dream, right?