sweet nothings

Someday, I'm going to finish my son's baby scrapbook.

Someday I'll finish my daughter's cross-stitch birth record.

Someday I'll finish that queen-size afghan in my garage.

Someday I'll finish one of my stories.

Someday I'll paint a room, in a color that I chose, in a single weekend.

Someday I'll frame my prize-winning self-portrait and put it on display.

Someday I'll replace all the burnt-out lightbulbs.

Someday I'll read the entire Old Testament, without getting a headache before finishing Genesis.

Someday I'll make that shawl for my mom.

Someday, receiving a magazine full of gorgeous crochet patterns will not distract me to the point that I sit on at the kitchen table, desperately searching the Internet for sport-weight yarn that won't bankrupt me, instead of writing a Spanish essay or reading my literature homework or making sure my children haven't tried to climb on the neighbor's lawnmower.

Someday.

Right?