Despite any evidence to the contrary, I feel like I'm a girl with fairly simple needs. Here, in its entirety, is the list of things I need to make me a happy woman:
- A husband who does the dishes (and the other household chores he agreed to take on) and throws his dirty laundry down to the basement rather than leaving it in a pile beside his recliner.
- Mornings where neither child is contentious, cranky, crying, or uncooperative.
- A solid eight to 10 hours of sleep a night.
- A magic student loan fairy who flies by and erases all of my student loan debt and/or grants me a job that pays significantly more than my current one. (A massive raise at my current job would also be wholly acceptable.)
Just a few simple things, really. And I have exactly none of them.
How did my life go so utterly, horribly wrong?