A List of Things I Didn’t Get for Christmas…Again!A List of Things I Didn’t Get for Christmas…Again!
I’m a thirty-seven year old mother of two and I’m about tell you what was on my Christmas list and not one of them has anything to do with World Peace. Selfish, aren’t I? I think we need to be, now and then. I mean, I don’t even have a hot tub. Once again, Santa …
I’m a thirty-seven year old mother of two and I’m about tell you what was on my Christmas list and not one of them has anything to do with World Peace. Selfish, aren’t I? I think we need to be, now and then. I mean, I don’t even have a hot tub. Once again, Santa disappointed because nothing on this list made it under my tree and I can’t for the life of me, imagine why. Surely, I am not on the naughty list for that one driving incident. In my defense it is hard to make a left turn across traffic and, the man in the giant truck, well, he was just angry because he peaked in high school. Back to my list, though. This Christmas list might seem a little luxurious but it’s just exactly what I need. In no particular order:
A Hot Tub
The aforementioned hot tub; not one of those blow up yourself ones, either. A proper in-ground, state of the art hot tub. It should be wired for sound and have lights and a small fountain. I need it for my aching back and sore feet from wrangling kids all day, (I teach) and then leaving work and wrangling kids all night (parenting). I promise it would me make a better teacher and a better parent, not to mention a stellar wife. When I woke on Christmas morning I ran to the window and threw back the sash… (wait a minute) and when I looked down to my bare deck my heart plummeted. Another year without the hot tub. My back aches just thinking about it.
A New Kitchen
If I am expected to enjoy my time in there then the least you could have done was make it pretty. It’s pretty beat up and I barely have cupboard space for my dishes let alone my wine. I asked for one of those fancy double ovens with all the bells and whistles and a built-in wine fridge. I also included a tall breakfast bar with leather stools so I could sit and sip wine while I watch my husband make supper in his new ovens. Maybe next year?
An iMac With a Twenty-Seven Inch Screen.
If I am going to make a go of this writing thing I am going to need the proper tools. Every body knows you are a better writer if you have all the latest gadgets and accessories. I am pretty sure you can charge more if you work on this fine machine. When I awoke this Christmas and ran to the tree I saw no boxes in the shape of the coveted iMac so I sat on the couch and sulked a little. It wasn’t until my third piece of Toblerone that I started to feel a little better.
Well, there is it. The list has been the same for approximately nine years now; maybe year ten will be the charm? I won’t give up, Santa. You’ll see this very same list next year.