Sometimes I wish I had a full time nanny.
Who could do all the Trevy chasing. And I could simply clean the house. Or give myself a pedi. Or better yet...go somewhere swanky where I'd be met at the door with a glass of wine and someone else gives me the pedi!
Sometimes I wish I had a personal chef.
Who could whip up exactly the right meals that were yummy, nutritious and would cause me to shed pounds overnight. Cause the overcooked steak on the stove looks yucky. Which is why I'm munching the PB&J meant for them.
Sometimes I wish I could hire a house cleaning service.
Or a chauffeur. Especially on those days when the exhaustion is such that I really shouldn't be behind the wheel. Much less arguing with the pharmacy while doing so.
Sometimes bedtime cannot come fast enough.
Tonight is one of those sometimes...