Wednesday, December 16, 2009
All I Want for Christmas Is...
No. What I really want for Christmas is one whole day. One. Whole. Day. Where someone else makes all the decisions. Every single decision. I don't want to be shielded from my life or to have someone take care of me for the whole day...that's not realistic right now. I'm all for pitching in. I can make lunch. I just don't want to have to decide what's being served. I'll change a diaper. Just don't ask me to decide whether or not the baby needs to be changed.
I'm giddy with the thought of it. To go one whole day and not have a single interrogative sentence aimed in my direction. Not a single; Should we? Which one? Can they? What will they? When will? What time will we? How many? Are we? What's for? Etc.
And if I can't have that, maybe someone could get a small buzzer for my stocking that I can zap at people when they ask me things like, "Should I make hot dogs or Pb&j for the girls?" I don't care. They are equally good and bad, satisfying and uninteresting. I don't care, someone else decide. "Do you want coffee?" I don't care. Would it taste good. Yes. Could I live without it. Yes. Bring it or don't bring it. Someone else decide? "Should we take the stroller?" "Should they get water or milk?" "What channel should we watch?" "Jeans or khakis?" I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I really don't care. For this one whole day. I don't care.
To the potential giver of this gift I will make this pledge. I promise that I will, with a smile, choke down something I don't want to eat, participate in an activity that I would have passed on, watch a TV show I hate and wear clothes that don't match if someone else would just make the decision and leave me out of it.
That, is what I really want for Christmas. Please Santa. I've been such a good girl this year.