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Print This column is subtitled “A Working Mom’s Wish List,” but I’ll be willing to bet everyone will agree with at least one of the following. I wish… 1. toilets were self-cleaning. Ovens do it, why not toilets? Or even better, why not the entire bathroom? You could just close the door to the bathroom, push a button that says “Self Clean,” and walk away, letting it do the job for you. C’mon, inventors, where are you when we need you? 2. that, speaking of inventing, I could come up with a really great, simple idea that would make me millions. How many times, upon seeing a new item at the store, have I said with disbelief, “Why couldn’t I have thought of that?!” 3. flip flops were acceptable footwear for every occasion. I live in the South where this is almost a reality, but we’re not quite there yet. 4. when I’m nice to people on the freeway, that the least they would do is wave to thank me. Just a little acknowledgment; that’s all I ask. 5. there was no such thing as dark circles or bags under the eyes. I’m only 29 years old and I’m already shopping for anti-aging eye cream and considering buying Preparation H because I heard it decreases the puffiness around the eyes. That’s so wrong. I’m way too young for this. 6. that chocolate was the cure for dark circles and bags under the eyes. For that matter, I wish chocolate was the cure for everything. 7. that it didn’t take twenty minutes to blow dry my hair. My husband takes a shower, towels off his hair, gets dressed, and by that time, his hair is already completely dry. I have to get up an extra 30 minutes early if I wash my hair in the morning before work rather than the night before. And that’s only if I’m just blow drying it straight and there’s no curling to be done. (Which means, of course, I never curl my hair for work, no matter how many good intentions I may have.) 8. that children could just skip the adolescent phase completely. It’s so hard for me to believe when I hear people at work griping about their teenagers that my daughter will one day be like that. Right now she wants to spend every minute with me and thinks I hung the moon. All too soon, she’ll be asking to go out with friends without me and will think I know nothing. 9. that my daughter loved to brush her teeth. If there were a surveillance camera set up in my bathroom, you would be treated to video of my daughter and me on the bathroom floor, with my trying to simultaneously hold down her arms and pry open her mouth all with one hand, while the other hand is trying to get the toothbrush through a tiny gap between her top and bottom teeth that is ¼ the size of the toothbrush. Not a pretty sight. 10. that I would never again say or do anything that makes me think I need to start a fund to pay for therapy for my daughter when she is an adult. See number nine above for an example of what I mean. But, hey, at least the therapist can comment on how pretty her teeth are.
ninetyandnine.com © 2005, Leann Guzman ------- Leann Guzman is ninetyandnine.com’s “Family / Work Issues” columnist. If you have suggestions on topics to explore, email her at Family@ninetyandnine.com. |
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