
Okay, God, that's it.
Even I- former full-time performer,Clairol-tressed Alpha Woman of Substance/Mother Superior(LOL)/Coupon Clipper Extraordinaire- can't do it all. Could you? I wonder.
Even with juice cups,and Pull-Ups,and e-mail,and gigs,and a reliable sitter,there's still PMS...and dust, and action figures with multiple accessories' and wet sheets in the middle of the night. And not even Bill Gates has come up with a machine to handle bill-paying, menu-planning, job-keeping, house-cleaning, story-reading, eyebrow-tweezing, shirt-ironing, dog-walking, and libido-satisfying all at once.
I'd pray for a maid, but I can't afford one.
And a thirty-hour day's out of the question, too, I suppose? Fine.
Then how about fewer headaches,a small raise(or a big one would be great),nighttime bladder control, and a simple promise that, fifty years from now when I'm old and gray, my child will remember this and call me "Blessed?"



There is so much I want to do in New York. I made Dan promise we were going back to fufill all those things on my check list(bucket list). Just of few of them are to go the top of the Empire State Building, and see the Statue of Liberty and stand in her crown. I'd also like to go to the Blue Note and hear some real Jazz. . . it will be checked off in the next few years and I so look forward to experiencing it all with my Love.












