Life, Love and Laughter

Life, Love and Laughter

Very often, I wish there were two of me.

The one-me would be a domestic engineer. I would wrap my blue-checked apron around my waist, pin my hair up, get out my neatly arranged (in alphabetical order) cleaning supplies, and zip through the house like a tornado. I would sit back and view a clean, antiseptic domain. I would then whip up a delicious casserole, bake a loaf of homemade bread, make chocolate chip cookies, and smile as my family oohed and aahed over my industrious self. I would excuse myself for a moment to add a chapter to the novel I'm writing.

What a laugh! The "one-me" trudges in from work, throws on a pot of "something," tosses dirty clothes in the washer, folds the clothes in the dryer, cleans the kitchen and bathrooms (ugh), feeds the dog, takes out the trash, fills the plates with the "something," watch my family gobble it up as if someone is going to steal it...and oops, out of milk - jump in the car, go to the store, clean the table, wash the dishes, fold more clothes. If only I could find time to add that chapter to my novel!

The "two-me" would take it all in stride, smile ever-so-pleasantly at the multitude of tasks, and be ever-so-grateful. The "two-me" would quit work and finish the lovely novel. swiftly getting it published. Oprah Winfrey would be on the phone clamoring for me to be on her show with my best-seller. I would fly to Alcapulco for a short respite, and come home to a spit-and-polished house (fulfilled by some other domestic engineer).

Does all of this sound as if I'm whining? You bet! I would whine louder, but to no avail.