Week of Want

Husband asked me last night what I wanted for Mother's Day. Ha! I am a veritable cess pit of want, but my Husband doesn't REALLY want to hear about all the things I want that would make my life better or easier or more glamorous or what have you. So I told him that all I wanted that day was to be able to sleep in and then have pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Which is definitely something I want, but by no means EVERYTHING I want.

So I'll let Husband and the girls take care of the sleeping in on Mother's Day for me, but I find myself still wanting to confess all the other things I want for Mother's Day, dammit, frivolous though this may be! And if your dear spouse is anything like mine and doesn't really want to be troubled by the yawning abyss of your wants then all you mamas out there, please lay it on me here in the secret comment cave. I promise not to be offended or panicked by your needs so hanker away! Better yet, post about your desires on your own blog and tell me that you did so in my comments so I can check it out. As far as I'm concerned, this is our week to long, to need, to lust, to daydream! Yeah, I said a whole week. One day is hardly enough to celebrate all our mama-fabulousness, y'know?

And just to start things off before the baby wakes fully and I must rush off to lunch-and-entertainment duties, here's something I want. I want very, VERY much for all the piles and boxes of Husband's papers and magazines and mail, both opened and unopened, to be cleaned out of our living room! I want them to be dealt with, filed, tidied, tossed, burned, shredded, made into an origami mobile, whatever! I just want them gone. That would be a fabulous Mother's Day gift for me.

What about y'all?