I have a fantasy. It’s a fantasy like no other I’ve ever had, or even imagined in my wildest dreams that I’d want to have. I feel it is a direct reflection of the exact stage I’m experiencing in my life.
I fantasize about having nothing to do. Nothing. Nada. Ziltch. Zip. Zero.
Oh the blissful pleasure of not having to cook, clean, bake, pick up, sweep, vacuum, wash, plan, shop, arrange, organize, redo, update, write, edit, study, read, respond, reply, design, pitch, follow up, call, retrieve, feed, brush, or otherwise do a single blasted thing for anyone.
Granted I’d make no money, but, come to think of it, that’s about what I make now.
Sure, I’d get lonely after a while, but I’d sure like to experience this fantasy for a single weekend. Where I wait on no one. I’d not even have to think of someone’s needs. It would just be me and only what I want to do. Perhaps a cabana boy to wait on me.
But, alas, I live in this little place called reality where two preschoolers demand 110% of my attention at all times, I have a big event to put on, I have a blog to maintain, I have a class I’m taking and must keep up with homework, I have a husband, I have a house that doesn’t clean itself, I have a yard that is weed ridden, and I have my coffee to keep me going.
But it’s still nice to think about what it would be like to have nothing to do.
If even for a day.
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Your house doesn’t clean itself? What’s up with that?! 😉
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June 1, 2011 at 12:41 pm
I know, my house is so stuck in the past, isn’t it! 🙂
Don’t forget you have animals that don’t pick up after themselves either…
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June 2, 2011 at 10:01 am
Great. Pile on the responsibilities why don’t you. 🙂 Yes, the pet mess is reaching an all time high. Mr. Man brought me a poo nugget yesterday and announced “yucky!” Greaaaaaaaaaaaat. Love it when cling-ons come into the house with the dogs…