List of things I wouldn’t mind being in possession of on Mother’s Day. Not necessarily in order of importance or probability.
-Bouquet of dahlias
-A freshly de-knotted back
-Two tickets to paradise (Please note Husband that this does not mean the Grand Canyon. I am thinking something more like Paris . . . Ireland . . . Hawaii. Thank you.)
-A new haircut to disguise the wispy mommy fringe that is starting to grow in, now that my hair isn’t falling out in clumps anymore
-A fly swatter. How is it that I don’t own one already?
-A house that smells like cookies instead of pee, poop, and potty chair.
-One hour of silence (meaning everyone else needs to get out of the house) I’ll use this time to take a bubble bath with my neglected bottle of Midnight Pomegranate, while listening to things like the soundtrack from Gattaca. Am I a nerd?
-All the trash cans in my house emptied, including the ever growing Heap of Tissues
-Anything that includes these two words together in unison: Dove, chocolate.
-A dress from DownEast Basics
-A chunky loving all day Bubba
-The kind, attentive, and otherwise lovely version of the Husband
-Shrimp on the barbie
-Hugs and kisses from everyone I know . . . okay not everyone
-Klondike Bar. What would I do? A lot of things.
-Spick and span kitchen and bathrooms . . . and living room . . . and bedrooms
-Complete and total contentment