My mom was up for the past few days. Actually, both of my parents showed up on Friday, bearing a giant bag of IKEA meatballs and therefore saving me dozens of nights of cooking this month. Nothing says love like frozen meatballs. And I mean that. Then Mom stayed on for a few more days. And, boy! Was that ever nice! I was spoiled ROTTEN. I got to run all kinds of errands by myself, which is pretty much my definition of heaven. Especially if I am not paying someone to watch my kids while it is happening. Running in and out six stores in 20 minutes! Telling the hairstylist that it is no big deal she is running late. Take your time. Please. No car seat buckling, no flinging snacks to the backseat, begging and pleading them to hang on just five more minutes, please, Mama has got to buy some Kahlua.
I was telling Mom about my fantasies. I have two. The first is the Reality Fantasy. This is one where I just fantasize about having two days to myself in the house to do chores and cleaning. Man! What I could get done if I had 48 hours by myself up in here. I could start and finish a project in one day. I do dream of that.
But the Ultimate Fantasy.....is a fantasy that I have had for a few years now. This is beyond my wildest dreams, but I love to think about it. Here it is: I would go to a nice hotel. All. By. Myself. Now, I have spent hours thinking through my Ultimate Fantasy and how exactly I would spend each of those 48 hours. For the first 24 hours I wouldn't leave the hotel room.
I would read, nap, watch chick flicks, order room service, sleep some more, maybe go sit out on the balcony and read in the fresh air (this fantasy involves a balcony and nice weather, naturally. And, I'm thinking mountain views would be a bonus. Something you can just sit and look at without feeling the need to go out into--no beach.) After 24 hours, I might tear myself from the bed and saunter down to the lobby and order some coffee and sit down in a chair for a while. Then I might wander over to the pool and lay around for another hour, maybe get a massage. Then, I'd go back and take a nap. Later that afternoon I might poke around the local area and shop. Or I might not. Then, I'd get back in the bed, order room service again, open up a nice little bottle from the minibar and pull out my book.
Try to tell me that isn't the very definition of heaven.
Ahhhh. Just thinking about it relaxes me.
Welp! Gotta run. My kid just bloodied his lip while trying to eat gum out of the trash can! I told you mine, now you tell me yours.