Ever have a day when you want to pull the covers over your head and refuse to do what you always have to do - all those things people are demanding of you? Today is like that. I don't want to be the Mama, don't want to be the bread winner, make the beds, bring home the food, take out the garbage, pay the bills, kiss the bumps, drag the kids to places they would rather not go, stick to the schedule, attend the meetings, and deal with problems.
I refuse to get up at the crack of dawn, step through an entire day doing things that are not of my design or particular interest. I'm gonna stay in bed until I want to get up, not answer the phone or any text messages, not tell anyone where I am, not open the mail or read my email, not answer the door, not look at my daytimer, not! I'm gonna do what I want to do for a change. (Does this sound like a temper tantrum?)
I'm plumb worn out with all the 'gottas.' I don't gotta. And I'm not gonna. Instead, I'm gonna dream about what my Perfect Day would look like. On my Perfect Day, I will get up when I awake, not because I have to be to work, but because the sun is shining and inviting me to come out and play.
On my Perfect Day, the kitchen will be spotless, not filled with dirty dishes strewn about after I went to bed by the gremlins living in my house. When I step into the kitchen, breakfast will be waiting - fresh cut and juicy fruit, hot ginger green tea, a bit of yogurt.
On my Perfect Day there will be no agenda, no schedule, no meetings, no appointments, no carpool, no demands. I will take a long leisurely walk in a beautiful park filled with flowers and green grass, then play the piano for an hour or so. I will sing in a huge choir, then direct my dream choir and they will sing every note perfectly, exactly as I want it to be sung.
On my Perfect Day, I will have lunch with my friends at a wonderful non frou-frou down home place where the menu has normal dishes to offer, not some exotic fare or culinary concoction. We will visit some exotic place we have always wanted to see (Vienna?) and then lay on a warm, sandy beach overlooking a cerulean blue ocean (yes, cerulean).
On my Perfect Day, the cat will not hack up furballs, nor the dog shed (and no, I don't have either of those pets at the moment). The kids will not be messy or noisy or needy. Just thoughtful and considerate.
There will be peace everywhere in the entire world and no one will be sick or tired or hungry or cold. Everyone will be happy and normal and loving - - -OK, enough. The alarm is going off and I gotta get up. Save the dream for another day. Today I have stuff to do.
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