The kids would have to scram, of course, and I'd like some dappled sunshine and an ocean. Oh, I would also need someone to push me gently for hours without speaking or even breathing.
Someone will need to fetch me some gossip and interior design magazines, as well as a mindless book or two. A frappacuino and a light snack of french fries will be required, and probably cupcakes. I don't mean to be difficult, but I could really use a pedicure. I'd also appreciate a nearby blooming lilac bush, the skin of an 20 year-old and this dress:
and these sunglasses:
Shoes? How kind of you to ask, but I am in a basket swing on the beach. Shoes would be silly--and my pedicure needs to dry.
It's really not too much to ask, is it?
Instead, I am sitting here at my desk, just now noticing that one of the people I gave birth to has wiped her nose on my shoulder.
Basket swing photo courtesy of The Family at Home by Anita Kaushal