Do Over!

As most of you know, I'm knocking on 36's door as we speak.  Our course I'm thinking about a whole host of things, & this blog came to mind.

I wanna do over! (That's me with those long ass legs at age 4. The baby is 1 year old & the little boy was 6 or 7.)

Remember how we used to yell that out {as children} when things didn't go our way?

• I don’t wanna be grown! I wanna be a kid!
• I don’t wanna work. I wanna go back to school & take the summers off.
• I don’t wanna pay a mortgage. I wanna live in Muda & Papa’s house.
• I don’t wanna pay bills. I wanna have all the luxuries of heat, a/c, phone, etc. at the cost of someone else.
• I don’t wanna buy groceries. I wanna tell Momma & Muda what I like & let them do the shopping.
• I don't wanna prepare breakfast. I wanna awake to the smell of bacon, eggs & pancakes, courtesy of Muda.
• I don’t wanna attend parent/teacher conferences. I wanna be the kid beaming because I’m a top student.
• I don’t wanna go to the Principal's office because my son is in trouble, yet again. I wanna go to the Principal's office & see my name on the honor roll wall.
• I don’t wanna buy $4.00 a gallon gas. I wanna ride shotgun in Papa’s ’72 Cadillac Coupe DeVille.
• I don’t wanna worry about or pay for home repairs. I wanna tell Papa what’s broken & let him work it out.
• I don’t wanna pay $300 for a plane ticket. I wanna pack my Sesame Street suitcase & wait for my Aunt’s RV to pull up & take us to our destination.
• I don't wanna visit my Mother's grave on Mother's Day. I wanna make those lil cards from colored construction paper & flowers from pastel tissue paper, scented with the teacher's cheap perfume.

I wanna go to sleep at night without a care in the world.