Wishing and Hoping…
At one point I decided if I could only have four things–just four–my life would be complete: a maid, a chauffeur, a secretary, and a cook. And while I’m wishing here, I’ll go ahead and add personal trainer to the list. I mean, most celebs look great and they all have one. Why not me? I daydream that once my wish list is fulfilled, I’ll have time to get organized, write, exercise, and do all the things I not only want to do, but need to do yet have put off.
Well, I’ve been “blessed” with the chauffeur part anyway. Two of them. The bad part about waiting to have kids until you’re nearing the 30 mark is that you’ll have to teach them to drive during your heart attack years. Today they’re past the learning stage (so THEY think) and each have cars. (Well, one car is older than they are, but daddy got “I’m-a-big-college-girl-now” a new one for her high school graduation present.)
Now I’m saved from running them to football, band, basketball, quizbowl, church youth activities, and whatever else they come up with. PLUS…the big bonus for quadrupling my insurance premiums by adding two teenage drivers is that I’ll never have to go to Wal-Mart again. Unless of course, I want to!
And lately, my request for a personal trainer has been granted–in a way I would have never expected. My newspaper delivery person must have caught wind of my wish list because every morning when I get to the office, the paper is farther from the door than it was the day before. I’m nearly working up a sweat just walking to get my paper every day. Wow! Who would’ve thought sitting in a chair, drinking coffee, and browsing through the news could burn so many calories.
So now all I need to fulfill my wildest dreams is a maid, a secretary, and a cook. But my mother always said, “Be careful what you wish for–it might come true!”
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