It wasn’t so cold….or that I was warmer.
I didn’t have two meals worth of dishes in my sink because I can’t seem to coordinate the dishwasher effectively.
Spencer wasn’t a bear when he woke up in the morning.
Chickens weren’t so messy.
Or kids cried so much.
The flowers Bryce bought me two weeks ago weren’t dying.
The gate that I ‘found’ in my neighbor’s yard looked better in front of my fireplace.
I didn’t have to go to the dentist this morning.
I was a more in tune parent and realized that taking the kids down the biggest hill first when we went sledding on Saturday wasn’t a great idea and that I had thought about that before Adeline cried for 45min about it.
Next week wasn’t the last episode of Downton Abbey.
I had more ambition and wasn’t so lazy.
I didn’t become annoyed at my children
or feel claustrophobic when all of them are wanting to help make dessert.
I had made crinkle lemon cookies well before last Thursday. So good.
I didn’t have to cover for Meg after she mentioned someone was ‘big’ in the aisle at the grocery store.
Spencer didn’t cry for the thirty minutes it takes me to bag two weeks of groceries for a family of six and Adeline and Meg didn’t run around like a bunch of banshees all at the same time.
I didn’t feel so guilty for taking naps.
It wasn’t laundry day.
What do you wish?
Apparently cold February weather makes for a depressing post….