In a perfect world, the day I did the washing, hung all the clothes out in the sun till they were nice and dry and crisp – it would NOT RAIN! Especially, when I was out of home in my new suede shoes! Walking! Without an umbrella! With a cold already!
In a perfect world, the door jamb would hold a door open, not spinelessly fold up and let the door slam on someone’s fingers.
In a perfect world, the coffee would NOT run out just when I had a humpback whale of a headache.
In a perfect world, I would not be an hour late for a one hour meeting.
In a perfect world, I would have a longer nose. And thick lustrous hair falling down my back. (Well, it still falls down my back, but I would rather it was still connected to my scalp while it fell down my back, I meant).
In a perfect world, Niks would not collect germs and school complaints by the dozens and bring them home.
Learning : It’s cloudy outside, and I’ve just put my clothes to dry up, and I’ve got a nice big cuppa chai (so what if there’s no coffee?) and the house is filled with the noise of the kids playing Dinosaur with eachother and swinging from the curtains, and the golden brown dog is curled up in a slice of sunshine, and my hubby’s laughing out loud at something on the TV, and my Ma is doing the crossword, and Niks comes and sits on my lap right now , and wipes his nose on my TShirt, while trying to give me a big hug.
It IS a Perfect World!
JANE KIDDING. my life as a pretty (bad) mom, worse manager and good survivor, and how to find everything hysterical (strictly in hindsight).
