Quiet was winning until the start of Abby’s Flying Fairy World, an annoying little cartoon segment. On cue, Jocelyn went from singing along with the opening sequence to whimpering. Today the genie scared her so she ran to sit on my lap for a short cuddle. Meanwhile, I was forced to divert my attention away from the computer to the television. It’s really a stupid little cartoon and I’m a bit disappointed that it has been included in show this season (because overall I’m a huge Sesame fan). Anyway, the fairies get wishes, they get stuck in the bottle, they need to use more wishes. Hence: wishes.
Wishes are interesting because when it really boils down to it I just want my family to be happy and healthy. That being said, we could all use a little help, right?
I’m into reading blogs these days and I’ve come across a post or two where the writer offers up a picture to illustrate a particular mess in their house, and it all looks so perfectly placed. Therefore, I wish that my design skills were so successful that even my messes had their own unique style. I would never have to clean because people would want to come over just to see what new thing I did with the apartment. Because right now my mess looks a lot like Jocelyn’s.
I watch television, and so I always perk up with the Emmy’s are announced. Friday Night Lights rocks and should have gotten a drama nod. But more than that, I wish that they gave out Emmy awards to television viewers. I would put mine in the bathroom. Right next to a picture of me with Kyle Chandler.
Baseball is huge in this family. Jocelyn already knows the “Let’s Go Oakland” chant. I wish that Joe Buck would stop commentating. I repeat, I wish that Joe Buck would stop commentating. Just stop.
We have a corner in the living room designated as a reading nook. Jocelyn likes to read, or shuffle through the titles, or just pull everything off the bookshelf. I rediscovered a book that we were given as a gift: The Rainbow Fish. This book has won awards. I wish it hadn’t. Supposedly this book teaches kids the joys of sharing. But when you have a fish that thinks he’s too beautiful to play with other fish, and then is told that he’ll only have friends if he gives his scales away (leaving him less-beautiful), what is this really teaching kids about sharing? Maybe I’m sensitive because I’m the mother of girls and I’m still going be the mother of girls that are in middle school, when life equals pain, wrapped up in a beautiful bow.
And I wish that we all got richer with age. All of us, even the Republicans (if I have to be fair).What would you wish for?