Well, today I want nothing actually. My hair looked good and I also slept 9 hours. (Yes, I said 9 hours!) The clouds and rain have begun clearing, Sister was being a sweetie, Bean took naps and ate proper meals and tried several times to say "Mama." I've now got a cocktail under my belt, Husband has the kids playing outside, dinner was a tasty lamb dish I've never made before from a new cookbook, and all the dishes are washed up already. This was a good day!
I thought about maybe wanting a coffee table since our old, chewed-by-cats one was sold at our yard sale. And one of those media center-thingamabobbies with doors would prevent Bean from mashing all the buttons on the stereo components and throwing CD's to the floor several times a day. But I don't feel all sullen because we don't have those things, or even that I have zero chance for a little peace and quiet or a clean living room or any of those other things I've been wanting--nay, feeling ENTITLED TO--this week because, dude, I'm a stay-at-home mom who nevertheless works her ASS off. I'm feeling pretty content at the moment, if the truth be told.
But tonight I'll get only about...oh, 6 or 7 hours of sleep or thereabouts, because I'll push my luck and invite Husband to watch a movie and have another cocktail and a bowl of ice cream with hot fudge sauce and then maybe some married luv. We'll do all those things and by morning I'll forget how nice this day was because of the not-enough-sleep thing, and I'll no doubt be back to my pissy old self tomorrow. Kind of sad, but also kind of reassuring that I am THAT predictable to myself at this point.