My perfect day.
If I could have a perfect day, a real one?
Okay, I love them, but no kids. No fighting over who broke easel. No tears from Julie because Patrick R. doesn't love her anymore. No chalk dust turning my black lace top into a striped one after I forgot and leaned against the board.
So for starters, my perfect day would be a day off.
Going round two of "I love them, but no thank you", everyone from my family can leave me alone, with the exception of Dad and Susannah. Meredith cannot call and ask me to try talking Ben into watching Grey's Anatomy because she thinks its special that the main character has her name.
I need a day off from them sometimes, too.
Really, I think for my day to be perfect, I'd just have to spend it doing my own thing. Maybe fixing that lamp that's going in Xander's new office, making chicken quesadillas for dinner, and then forcing Xander to watch a movie of my choosing after we were finished. I'm not easy to please, just easily annoyed. Without the usual distractions, my day would be perfect.
Then, well, it would have to go back. I'd miss the kids, and my family, and too much perfection could start to suck after a while. I don't want to be away from the people I care about all the time, I just like the idea of getting a break every once in a while. I think that's fair. Especially if I want to cling to my sanity until I hit fifty. When people go crazy after that its kind of an accepted thing, right?
Okay, I love them, but no kids. No fighting over who broke easel. No tears from Julie because Patrick R. doesn't love her anymore. No chalk dust turning my black lace top into a striped one after I forgot and leaned against the board.
So for starters, my perfect day would be a day off.
Going round two of "I love them, but no thank you", everyone from my family can leave me alone, with the exception of Dad and Susannah. Meredith cannot call and ask me to try talking Ben into watching Grey's Anatomy because she thinks its special that the main character has her name.
I need a day off from them sometimes, too.
Really, I think for my day to be perfect, I'd just have to spend it doing my own thing. Maybe fixing that lamp that's going in Xander's new office, making chicken quesadillas for dinner, and then forcing Xander to watch a movie of my choosing after we were finished. I'm not easy to please, just easily annoyed. Without the usual distractions, my day would be perfect.
Then, well, it would have to go back. I'd miss the kids, and my family, and too much perfection could start to suck after a while. I don't want to be away from the people I care about all the time, I just like the idea of getting a break every once in a while. I think that's fair. Especially if I want to cling to my sanity until I hit fifty. When people go crazy after that its kind of an accepted thing, right?