I think we often associate the above phrase with squealing children in the back of a station wagon on vacation. You’re still about 6 hours out and they are done. I know I was one of those kids in the backseat, but in addition to asking “are we there yet” I was probably whining that I also had to go bathroom. I’m sure my day will soon come.
Lately I find I am asking this question. Yes, 30 year old me. I look at our girls as they get put into time out for the same minor infraction for the millionth time that day, throw food across the room, spill beverages out of “big girl” cups, whack their heads on the coffee table, and just plain old whine and wonder about when we will at last be “there.” And by there I mean that magical place where children understand the fundamentals of wiping and can handle a change in the afternoon’s plan without a complete meltdown. The place where we can be a bit more spontaneous, leave our beverages out without fear that our children will consume espresso, and use the bathroom alone. (yes, I mention this one a lot because I miss it that much!!)
Are you there yet? Some of you might be and maybe you could remind us all about how sometimes when we finally to get there, all we want to do is get back into the car. Right now it doesn’t feel like we are ever going to get out of the metaphorical car and I just want to scream along with the children, “ARE WE THERE YET!!??”
So I’m working on it. Working on savoring these days, even though I kind of want to hit fast forward.