I want to take my
daughters to the park. I want to cook fresh, healthy food for them. I want to
make lovely dresses for them. I want to bake cakes and master cookies and
create works of edible art. I want to start blogging again. I want to write a
second book. I want to make yummy food. I want to have a lovely, clean house. I
want to sort out my cupboard, the kids cupboard, Sam’s cupboard, the linen
cupboard, the crockery and utensils cupboard, the cupboard-that- is- full- but-
I- don’t- know- what’s- in- it*. I want to read more books. I want to read the
books I’ve already bought on my Kindle. I want to watch and do the various
lessons I’ve bought on Craftsy. I want to read the news. I want to Facebook my
friends and Pinterest for inspiration. I want to talk to my parents (…more than
just “how are you? Bye”) I want to do art with the girls and take them dancing
and swimming and for gymnastics. I want to go out and socialise. I want to
remember my friends birthdays etc. I want to get better at sending people
gifts. I want to moisturise my body every day. I want to wear socks so my feet don’t
get so dry. And condition my hair. I want to cleanse-tone-moisturise daily. I want
to have nice hands. I want to have a Lara Croft body and eat cake. I want to
exercise. I want to look good in the clothes I already have. That I cannot
find. I want to organise my cupboard. I want to reorganise the guest room and
get all the pictures/art framed. I want to plant the freesias and lettuce. I want
to paint the Elsa canvas and finish the Winnie Pooh cross-stitch. I want to
deep sleep.
I want to fit it all
in 24 hours. I don’t want to lose my mind. I don’t know what to do.
(*I’ve already sorted
the Baking Stuff cupboard and the pantry, yay!)
