Wannabe

The gorgeous ginger-nut Sonya Cisco, has tagged me as she wants to know my wants. So here is everything which pops into my brain when I hear the words 'I want.....'

I want a job. One that fits in with the family. One that pays enough money so I can hire a nanny and still have some money left over at the end of the week. One where I don't have to travel very far. In research, or writing, or consultancy, or in print management. Or anything really that will stretch my little brain and give me something to think about other than nappies, milk, school uniforms, fish-fingers, and new prams. Not a lot to ask, is it really? If you have one going, let me know. Ta.

I want a squirrel. *sings* I don't care how, I want it now! Not really, but you gotta love a girl called Verucca. 

I want to have a lie-in where I can actually get some sleep and not be kept awake by noisy breakfasts downstairs, the husband shouting, or children fighting, or babies slamming toys against radiators. That'd be lovely.

I want to be adored. *STONE ROSES KLAXON*

I want to be able to get rid of the twin-baby tummy without giving up chocolate, crisps, cake or my desire to spend the babies' naptime sat on my backside with my feet up rather than doing a 30-day shred or some zumba DVD thingy. Too much like hard work if you ask me.

I want your love. *TRANSVISION VAMP KLAXON*

I want a gardener. My garden is seriously overgrown (not a euphemism). The husband is pretty good at looking after it but it takes a lot of his spare time up. Just someone to come for a couple of hours would be great.

I want a cleaner. As above but substitute 'garden' for 'house', and 'overgrown' for 'like a bombsite' and you get the idea.

I want to get through a family meal-time without arguing, or threatening the use of the naughty-step, or actually having to resort to the naughty-step. *dreams*

As I may or may not have said before, I want super elastic arms like Mrs Incredible. That'd make my day a whole lot easier. 

Right now, I want a nap. Or some chocolate. And some full-fat coca-cola.

And I'm going to tag - Here Come the Girls (cos she loves a good tagging), Actually Mummy, and You're not from Round Here. I want to know what you want.