I wish I’d wake up tomorrow with a tan so I could transition from tights to bare legs a little less painfully.
This white skin isn’t ready for the world. The world isn’t ready for this white skin.
I wish I could survive on five hours of sleep a night and not want to kill everyone I meet the next day. I could get so much stuff done.
I wish I had a little pet troll that graded papers in my classroom while I was gone every night.
I wish my babies would stop growing so fast. Harper will be walking soon and then she’ll officially be a toddler toddling around the house. No more babies. So sad.
I wish we were taking a vacation over spring break. Darn financial responsibility. Instead I get to thoroughly scrub my house from top to bottom. The exact opposite of a vacation.
I wish I could wear my pajamas to school.
I wish that I understood what he meant when a student described my hair as “like a butterfly.” I think it was supposed to be a compliment, but I don’t know for sure.
I wish my husband would stop ignoring me when I ask him to rub my back and feet every night. Or maybe that troll could come and do it after he’s done grading my papers.
On second thought, I’d prefer if all trolls kept their hands to themselves.
I don’t trust ’em.