In the distance, a church bell rang, and Kate’s happiness was complete.
What I want for Christmas.
(So, of course, all of the following enumerated items are wished for only AFTER everyone I know is granted consistent good health and quick deaths at very advanced ages.)
- At least one toilet in the house that works every single time.
- The weird sense of euphoria that comes from listening to specific Kings of Leon songs while driving on the highway.
- A weekend at home free of children. Children, I adore you, but I don’t enjoy conversations about Nyan Cat and (his? her?) its rainbowed bottom. And sometimes I want to watch TV and drink wine in the middle of the day without feeling guilty. Off you go. When you return, I will smother you with kisses and cookies.
- An early-morning wakeup without the exhaustion that usually accompanies early-morning wakeups.
- The sense of coming home after a long journey without actually having to make the long journey.
- Sundays. Deliciously empty Sundays. Except if we have a play, concert, movie, or party to attend.
- A shampoo bottle that never goes empty.
- Books. Do I even need to add this?
- At least one window in the house that is always sunny.
- The feeling and smell of clean sheets every night without having to actually clean the sheets and make the bed.
- The sound of other people’s children making fusses in restaurants. I love that sound. It’s a reminder that my own children are large and capable and really lovely to have dinner with.
- Just more of everything, forever. Love to all.