I wish the snow to cancel school on Wednesday, so that there’s no preschool. It’s my day to volunteer, and … well, it’s not that I don’t love the 12 little rugrats and playing rousing sessions of “Dora House and It’s Dora’s Birthday, and I get to be Swiper, OK?” But I do feel comfortable saying that I love being at home in my pyjamas much, much more.
If the weather too bad for my husband to drive home from work, I wish that his employer puts him and his buddies up in hotel rooms to ride out the storm (and then, uh, return to work later that night for their next shift — it’s not a vacation or anything).
Follow-up wish: I wish we have power if he’s in a hotel room, otherwise my Jealousy Meter is going to be OFF THE FREAKING CHARTS.
Related wish: I wish the power stays on here.
Seriously, the power has to stay on! If I’m trapped in this house with a four-year-old and a two-year-old, there had better be sweet, life-affirming power. The Lord said “Let there be Netflix … and it was Good.”
I wish to not eat all of the #StormChips, because my loving husband has set in a hefty supply.
No really, I wish not to eat them all. If I eat all of the #StormChips, there will be a significant increase in #ThunderThighs and #BigBooty.