I lie in bed and I WISH.
I WISH and I WISH and I WISH.
I wish for easier mornings and less bills in the mail. I wish that the 4year old would stop WHINING so much and that the 7yr old would just pick up her room every once in a while.
I dream about events, and activities and things I “could” do.
If it was possible, I would wish myself thinner.
But it isn’t working.
I am not thinner, and the 4yr old still whines. I tripped over the 7yr olds pyjama’s this morning.