I have a secret desire/wish.  Every day that Ricky works, especially days in a row, I’m exhausted and overwhelmed.  Dealing with all 3 kids just poops me out. And every night when I got to bed, I wish that when Ricky gets home the next morning, he’ll tell me to drop what I’m doing and go get ready.  That he’s arranged for me to spend the day at a spa – getting pampered with massages and mani/pedis and delicious food.  That he’ll take care of the kids for x amount of hours while I’m gone and to not worry about them – that they’ll be fine.

And so I’ll imagine myself getting a massage, feeling all the stress and exhaustion leave my body.  I think about how I’ll get a body wrap and get my skin exfoliated.  And I’ll imagine what it’ll be like to eat a meal without having to rush because one of the kids is crying or because I need to help someone do something.  To just sit and relax and enjoy my food.

And so every morning, when he walks in the house, I kind of hold my breath, hoping he’ll tell me those magical words.  But he hasn’t yet.

Maybe he’ll do it now that I’ve put it on my blog.  No pressure, right? ;)