My husband wants to know what I want for my birthday. Actually that’s not my husband, my kids want to know so they can get their dad to buy it, even when the birthday has already passed. I have trained my kids well.
The answer is a bit of a problem.
I am not a stuff person – stuff stresses me out. I believe most things are made to be admired, and NOT to be purchased and taken home. My philosophy is to live with the bare minimum in my house – with the exception of few things.
I am not a collector. I hate wasting things so I try and buy things that I would actually use. For a girl, I have the bare minimum of clothes, shoes, handbags and cosmetics. This is not a joke. I seriously need to add to my wardrobe. Since I am not working out of the house at the moment, most of my clothes are on the brink of being ripped to shreds.
I am not a jewellery person, or a toy-purchasing person either – much to chagrin of my kids.
I am a book person though. My kids’ bookshelf is overflowing with picture books and my next house project is to line the wall behind the dining table with tall bookshelves. These will be eventually filled with photo frames, perfumes, and books of course. This can happen after I replace my dining table first, of which only 3 chairs remain.
I collected perfumes. I figure these would look really cool on the display.
So I have thought long and hard about for my next birthday gift. And I have got the perfect answer. I would like my husband to give me a Coupon for a Free Day of Writing – to be used on any day of my choice.
I have a few ideas how this might happen.
I would like breakfast served in bed, and while I am relaxing, my kids need to get dressed, their lunches packed and they are taken to their respective school/ daycare. Or hubby can take a day off and take the kids somewhere for the day. I write best in my home environment, that’s where I have home court advantage.
I want a cleaner to come in and do their thing, while I do mine.
I want to have lunch and snacks available for whenever I feel like eating.
I want the kids to come home, get changed, have food and be entertained till 5 o clock. After that I am ready to resume mommy duties – whichever ones are left anyway.
On this day, I am not working (writing) 9-7, or even 9 to 6. Although my usual working day comprises of a 16 hours – at minimum – I would like to work from only 9 to 5. I am thoughtful like that.
And I want this to be a Groundhog Day.