Everyone has that one day that they dream of–their wedding day or the birth of their first child, maybe even prom–but what happens when you have done all those things? Did you stop dreaming or did your dream change?
I used to dream of all those things. My wedding wasn’t exactly everything I once dreamed of, but it was everything I wanted for the day. I didn’t go to prom because I didn’t go to a school that allowed dancing. I had my first children at a young age. I chased all my dreams and completed them.
There are some I would like to do again, like the wedding, but not because they were wrong in the first place. It’s simply because they were so much fun and I thought of new things to add to some of those dreams after they were done. (Doesn’t everyone?)
Now, I have discovered my dreams have changed. In this house full of testosterone, teenage (and preteenage) angst, and a preschooler trying to fit in with his older siblings I have developed a new dream, one needing realization with urgency. A dream day that would restore my calm; my sanity; my inner peace.
I want to sleep in, undisturbed, knowing that my family is having a blast of fun elsewhere.
I want to forget about breakfast, coddling to hungry demands for food, and just sit and write. I want to write for hours, until my muse is exhausted.
Then, I want to scrub my house, reveling in the fact that it will stay clean for longer than 5 minutes. I want to soak in my freshly cleaned Jacuzzi until my skin threatens mutiny and I have finished that book I started 2 months ago and never got a chance to read.
I want to call up my best girlfriends and meet up with them for some coffee and laughter, enjoying that I don’t need to find someone to watch a child or two for me. I could enjoy the freedom of getting in my car and going wherever I chose, put the radio on whatever channel I wanted, and sing as loudly as I could, with the windows down and the wind whipping my ponytail against my neck. I could chose to enjoy a meal wherever I wanted, free of worry from diabetes and picky children.
When I returned home, I would relax in my big easy chair and fall fast asleep.
This is what my dream day looks like. Does it look anything like yours?
YES! I love your dream day! It’s funny how your vision of the perfect day changes after becoming a mother. lol
I know, right?
When my boys used to go to their grandpa’s house while I went to weekend classes, I’d always clean my house Friday night right after they left. It was amazing to me to wander about in the house for 48 hours with everything still clean and uncluttered!
I’m SO jealous!! I wish my parents would let them come for the weekend. My in-laws have both passed away, otherwise I know they would have gladly taken them for a weekend.
Sounds like a perfect dream day!
That soundslike a wonderful dream day to me. Ohhhh how I dream to sleep in. I’m not even sure that I could do it now, even if it were an option though! My body is so used to getting up early!
Yes, my body is on a new schedule too. It seems I cant stay awake past 1 am anymore and I’m bright-eyed and bushy tailed by 9 am. (I know to some people that is sleeping in! LOL)
I love that cleaning made your dream day! Any chance you’d want to come to my house too?
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LOL! I’d just like to see what my house loooks like perfectly clean for once and go to bed knowing its still in that some condition.
I hate cleaning!
You wrote. I’m proud of you. I have no time to write, yet I still do it. Just finding those 2o minutes to pencil something or outline something or henpeck something in the blog make your day.
good job, mama
yes it was good to be able to sit at the computer and write. That was the biggest issue, having enough tiime to sit and really write. I’ve got lots of notes so Im in good shape to go from here.
great to hear, can’t wait to see it flow out of you
My dream days always involve some kind of travel.
You should talk to GC about taking a day off for yourself! Then maybe you could return the favor for him.
Ohhh! What a good idea!! Thank you!!
I love your dream day! Well, except for the cleaning part. My house stays messy (or better yet gets cleaned… by someone else) in my dream day!
Do you have any hope of making it happen anytime soon?
I don’t know. I’m not sure my husband would be able to handle all 4 kids on a vacation somewhere without me. LOL