I wish every night could be Friday night.
I wish people would cheer for me whenever I finished a meal. And that I could take a victory lap when I finished washing the dishes.
Actually, now that I think about it, I wish the dishes would wash themselves.
I wish I could just lie down and sleep wherever I was when I was tired. The fabric store. The park. The train station. Okay, maybe not the train station. That would be gross.
I wish I’d known that both my boys would inhale this cauliflower cake. I would have made it ages ago.
I wish that I had one of those machines that pulled me out of bed in the morning, took off my clothes, put new clothes on, and sat me down at the breakfast table. Oh wait. I am the machine. I do that to Squish every day.
I wish all my sisters lived in my building.
I wish that someone would offer me a job. A writing job. That I could work from home. In my “spare time.” And get paid for.
I wish for a good night’s sleep tonight, a good run tomorrow, and no more pain in my leg. Ever.
Oh, and world peace. I wish for world peace.
What are you wishing these days?