Disclaimer: The last few weeks have been extremely taxing, so bear with me, please…
- My daughter, Mali, to start integrating colors other than black into her wardrobe.
- Mali to finally realize that she is 11, and for just one day, act 11.
- Mali to utter I love you back before bedtime instead of Okay.
- Only my gray hair to fall out.
- Simon to get his hair wet during swimming class.
- Maxwell, my four month old, to be able to ingest table food because formula’s really expensive.
- Simon to start eating table food because Pediasure’s really expensive.
- Alcohol of any kind. Gin, whiskey, cheap boxed wine, Natty Ice, vanilla extract, isopropyl, ecetera. I don’t mind if it’s not drinkable, the very fact that it’s within reach, comforts me.
- Maxwell to speak early but only say, “Mommy, I love you dearly,” and “You look beautiful, incredibly thin, and attractive.”
- To sleep in until 11…PM…three days from now.
- An endless supply of sea monkeys
- Simon to keep his underwear on and his fingers out of his butt at all times.
- For Mali to do the same.
- Duct tape.
- Mali to wear pants.
- An attractive driver’s licence photo.
- Vegetarian spam.
- Tim Burton to stop ruining my childhood favorites.














Did you get any of your above wishes on your special day?
Wish #1 was fulfilled, but only because I’ve removed all hoodies and black clothing from her. Other than that, no. Thanks for asking.