I want to spend a week in a house. On a beach. With white sand. But this house must have a fenced in backyard complete with childproof gates. (hey, it's my dream. Childproof things exist there.) This house would be big enough for all of us with room to spare. It would come with a library. And a maid. She would keep my house spotless and do all the laundry. And then put it away.
I could cook. But the maid would clean up after me. And in this dream vacation my husband would eat and like everything that I made. The kitchen would be stocked with fruit. All kinds. Peaches and raspberries and blackberries and strawberries, apples, pears, kiwi and bananas, all fresh. It would also be stocked with gourmet cheesecake and brownies and any baking supplies that I could possibly want. Those peaches and raspberries would make heavenly pies. And my husband would eat them. And like them.
My husband would be there and want to play with the kids and take them to the beach so that I could sleep as much as I wanted to. He would go with us when we took walks along the beach looking for seashells and he would change all the stinky diapers, without a single complaint.
My children would not fight or whine. They would spend the majority of the time in the backyard exploring and catching insects. (notice how I specified "insects." Spiders do not reside in that category). They would treat each other with respect and kindness and when I wanted to snuggle with them they would willingly crawl into my lap and sit still. The baby would take 2 two hour naps every day and sleep from 7 to 7 like the rest of the kids.
There would be a TV in this house, but it would never show any form of sports. (This includes nitro circus and sportscenter.) It would all be shows that I appreciate. There would be a huge DVD library including all seasons of Scrubs, Alias, X-Files, Bones, Chuck, The Office and NCIS. There would also be a huge selection of children's movies. But none of the really annoying ones.
The weather would be beautiful, with a rainy day here and there, but it would still be warm enough to play outside. The yard would be full to bursting with all kinds of flowers and the bees would not have stingers. And we could all lie in the sun and never burn.
Mmmmm. . . I'm reconsidering. I don't want to vacation there. I want to live there. (can you tell what the past couple of days have been like in this house?)
Do you escape like this?