I wish for all my children to grow up and live happy, independent lives, by whatever path that may take and however that may look.
I wish I had the extra cash to pay for the online teachers to supervise my kids’ schoolwork.
I wish I could hire somebody to come into my house and sort all the toys, throw stuff away, scan all the schoolwork, fix the holes in the walls, clean up the landscaping, lay the tile in the kitchen and the bathroom, refinish the upstairs floors, rescue the closet the cats desecrated.
I wish I could make money through fiber arts.
I wish I could take a leisurely road trip with the kids and visit my father and aunt and cousins.
I wish I could make my sex drive match my brain drive.
I wish I could turn Ethel into an art bus.
I wish I were always as happy and content at the time as I remember being when I look back.
Why can’t you turn Ethel into an art bus? o.O
Ideas, materials, and time. Our resident artist has shown no interest whatsover in the project, either.
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