One day…
One day I’ll bounce out of bed the first time my alarm rings rather than pressing snooze for an hour
One day I’ll remember to pull my clothes out of the wardrobe/drawers the night before so I’m not scrabbling around looking for something half decent whilst trying not to wake up my poor husband
One day I’ll go a full working day actually working instead of day dreaming/ almost falling asleep / Twittering / Facebooking
One day I’ll come home from work and not be too tired to just slump on the sofa instead of playing with Sam
One day I’ll have time totally dedicated to Sam rather than being distracted with cleaning/ laundry/ cooking
One day Sam will have only home cooked meals that are nutritionally balanced, healthy and delicious
One day I’ll be able to sit down at a tidy table with no laundry waiting to be put away and eat a meal with my husband, rather than eating off our laps in front of the TV
One day I’ll have a few hours to sit down and write an essay without Sam interrupting, doing housework, day dreaming or procrastinating
One day I’ll be able to eat a meal without feeling guilty that I should be on my meal replacement diet
One day I’ll have chance to spend quality time with my parents and grandma without thinking ‘Oh god, I should be doing …’
One day I’ll have enough money to accept one of the many invitations to go out on the piss that I currently have to turn down
One day I’ll have enough money to buy branded food rather than Smart Price everything
One day I’ll fit into a size 14 at River Island again
One day I’ll be able to afford to shop at River Island again instead of Asda & Matalan
One day I’ll have a relaxing evening at home with my husband and not get so drunk we both fall asleep separately
One day I’ll think I’m a good mum & wife
One day I’ll earn a figure bigger than my age
One day I’ll actually have time to blog again!
One day I’ll be able to walk in heels & not end up falling arse over tit into a gutter
One day I’ll learn not to drink so much I post intimate details about the state of my lady garden on Facebook & Twitter
One day I’ll learn not to drink so much I sing Elaine Paige & Barbara Dickson’s ‘I know him so well’ on karaoke and fall asleep next to the toilet as I think I’m going to be sick
One day I might actually act my age (but hopefully not too soon)
One day I hope to be as a good a parent to Sam as mine have been to me
One day I hope we’ll move to Australia to be near my sister (but only if my parents & grandma come with us)
One day I’ll be a better person with more time to spend with the people I love
One day….
Stop being mean to yourself!! But definitely don’t stop being funny!
ps. I find “I know him so well” an excellent karaoke choice.
there is nowt wrong with singing elaine paige and barbara dickenson!
we rocked that microphone. even if i did fall asleep on your husband and then wake up to eat his pork pie.
*****I would like to point out that was an actual pork pie & not a nickname for any part of his anatomy*****
Pmsl!! That sounds so dodgy!
It was a REAL pork pie from the fridge on a kiddy’s plate that I smothered in ketchup and ate without feeling any guilt about the fact half my family are jewish.
if anyone thinks anything rude went on, i’d be rescinding their friendship cards, if i were you NSYM.
I hope (in the nicest possible way) that “one Day” doesn’t come soon. I like ready about this stuff!
Love this – found you through Sleep is for the weak and love your writing.
One day you’ll be published and have a huge follwing… I predict!
Thank you! That’s such a lovely thing to say, you’re very kind.