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Dear Santa,

Hi!  How are you?  I am fine.  My name is Emily.  I am 34 years old.  I hope you will find our house.  It’s the pretty white one with all the screaming.  There are also several rotting pumpkins on the lawn that I kicked off the front steps in an unsuccessful attempt to hide them.  You’re a pretty busy guy, I’m sure you can understand that.

I have been very good this year.  Since last Christmas, I have worked hard at being a good mom and a good wife and a good human.  I worked hard to be more patient.  I always tried to offer my kids fruits and vegetables and fiber.  I limited screen time to waking hours.  I held off on drinking until 5:00 pm – and 11:00 am on weekends (not counting mimosas).  I dutifully attended therapy sessions.  Oh, I also birthed a human – no biggie.

As a child, I would have asked for American Girl doll accessories or craft kits.  Remember the year I asked for a papasan chair and a lava lamp?  Oh, the 90’s.  Writing this letter is a little harder as an adult.  What I really want are impossible, intangible things that money can’t buy and even you can’t make: world peace, more hours in the day, getting paid $100k per year to watch Netflix and eat my feelings.  One thing that being a mom has taught me is that the little things are really important.  With that in mind, below is a list of some things that I would like for Christmas this year.  I’ll admit, it’s a tough list.  I’m counting on your magic, Santa!

I would like:

-A privacy screen between the front and back seats of my car.

-One easy, healthy, and impressive recipe that I can make from ingredients found in my pantry.

-Socks that will not absorb water, mushed banana, or squeezy pouches.

-A book that makes me fall asleep exactly at the one-chapter mark.

-A washer with a “poop” cycle and a “barf” cycle.

-A bathrobe that my kids can’t pull open and that keeps me warm but not sweaty.

-Slippers that will never get stinky.

-A phone case or app that will beep loudly when I shout, “WHERE’S MY FUCKING PHONE” above a certain decibel.  (Even better if it shouted back at me – e.g., “I’M UNDER THE FUCKING COUCH.”)

-A craft kit that I can do with no hands.

-A TV screen that can be installed on the ceiling over the changing table.

-A gift certificate to a women’s clothing store that has free babysitting.

-A milk dispenser (like in a cafeteria) in my kitchen to free up like half of my fridge space. (Bonus: a juice dispenser to free up another 25%. [Extra bonus: WINE DISPENSER])

-Full-body (chin to ankles) Spanx and/or girdle.

-Candy in shapes of things that my kids won’t want to eat – like spinach, tomatoes, blueberries, or dinner.

I understand if you are not able to meet each request.  In the words of Sally Brown, “If it seems too complicated, make it easy on yourself: just send money. How about tens and twenties?”

Best,

Emily

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