I wish that unloading the dishwasher and sweeping my kitchen floor weren't chores I had to do every day. I don't mind doing some housework. But I really hate staying on top of the cleanliness of my kitchen. As soon as I get it cleaned up after a meal, it's time for the next. And don't get me started on this house's kitchen. I miss my old kitchen a LOT.
I wish I could cut my own hair. I'm having to find someone new to cut my hair. And as you all probably know-- that causes me stress.
I wish I didn't have to remind my kids all day to be the angels that I know they are. I say these things all day long:
Please don't growl at your sister
Please don't slam the doors!
Please don't make such a humungous mess on the couch with your crackers
Please share with Veda
Please don't knock Veda over
Please don't slam that door
Please stop asking me for juice, you know the answer is no
Please don't play your imaginary guitar so incredibly loud while we are sitting in church, or the grocery store, or while your sisters are both already crying
(I know I have good kids... but boy do I remind them about stuff all.... day... long)
I wish that my allergies weren't so bad. If you were ever curious if allergies could kill you, I'll let you know. I think I might be close to death. (Right this moment I'm fine, but it's because I didn't go outside at all yesterday. We are headed to the park this morning... I might be passed away by this evening).
I wish that our insurance wasn't going up so much. I've spent days shopping around for new car and health insurance. Holy toledo... it's all costing a lot more here.
I wish that I could help my kids adjust to the move. I love them and try to be as understanding as possible, but it's just hard to see them struggle with something because of the move. We are having some regression with Quinn. I knew she would have a harder time than the other kids, but it's hard to see it happen. She has her kindergarten evaluation this afternoon. Cross your fingers that she talks to the teacher.
And while we're wishing... I wish I had a million dollars. I would fly my mom and sister here for a week. Plus do other stuff... since two plane tickets don't cost 1 million dollars. :)