Here is a great fun game when you’re having a rotten day (or if you need a fantasy break from the diapers, dishes, and hummydrummy). Let’s imagine we have endless hours, money, support and childcare to employ this fantasy. What would we do?
1. I would travel to a beautiful oceanside spa and spend an afternoon getting a pedicure by an unchatty peaceful sort, a massage by a beautiful young swedish buck, culminating in a quiet steam.
2. Then, I would spend the night in a beautiful clean oceanside hotel *alone* and enjoy the solitude, clean sheets, and uninterrupted sleep.
3. In the morning, refreshed, I’d join a group of sassy girlfriends for a lush breakfast served by a hunky flattering waiter who insists on asking what us "girls" would like (& who’d never even consider calling us "ma’am").
4. Finally, we’d shop for shoes.
The day would end with a new shiny pretty mommy rejoining the familial group. All kids will have been bathed and fed, the house will be clean, and the husband will say "Tonight it’s all about you, honey. After I put the kids to bed, I’d like to worship you for 3 hours."
A girl can dream, can’t she?