Whining amongst a lovely sunset.

I hate it when I don't sleep well because of sinus/allergy issues. It makes me groggy and headache prone the next day. Today is one of those days.

My house smells like onions. I hate the smell of onions. I chopped 2 onions for the Thanksgiving meal at Evan's work today. My reward for contributing to the Mexican food meal? An oniony house.
How many times in one day can my children say my name? I've counted 4,582 so far today. I'm changing my name. I will only respond to Francesca from now on. Please don't tell my kids what my new name is; I plan on making them guess.
I strongly dislike cleaning. I super wish it wasn't part of my job requirement as the stay-at-home parent. I wish I had a housekeeper like Alice from the Brady Bunch. I'd totally make her wear a uniform and have her call me Mrs. B.
My perfect day would include waking up from a perfect night's sleep on a pillow that I actually like. I'd have coffee already made for me and my breakfast would be warm and ready to eat. I'd read and lounge in my pajamas for as long as I wanted. I'd watch crap tv and movies that make me happy while I crocheted with an endless supply of yarn and hooks at my disposal. Then I would take a long walk in perfect weather and I would feel healthy and refreshed. I'd bake and cook a fabulous dinner and dessert for everyone I love and I wouldn't have to clean the kitchen because my housekeeper, Alice, would take care of that. I'd be in bed by 10:00PM on the dot and I'd instantly fall into a deep slumber. Sigh. It sounds so magical.
Please note, in the above scenario, there was no potty training, cleaning, laundrying, refereeing, or anything of that sort in my perfect day. Oh, and everyone called me Francesca and it was lovely.