Dear Santa, One More Day Would Be Nice

I am writing you this letter because no one in my family seems to think that I really need things that are just for me. I find myself getting the same gifts every year and for some reason it is always a gift that everyone in my home can use. Take for instance, last year I got dishes. What the heck do I need new dishes for and why waste a perfectly good gift on dishes? Come on, why couldn't I have gotten something cool like a vacation with a one way flight to Ireland? Who knows when I would actually come back. I could have also used a body double that would do my own bidding and take care of the kids when I am too exhausted or not in the mood to deal with the nagging child that won't go to sleep at the butt crack of dawn. What ever happened to the cool gifts, you know the ones that made you smile all year round just because it was something that they new you liked and not just something that they found on sale and didn't really want to take the time to figure out what you wanted.

My husband always gives me money. If I wanted money I would go back to work. What I really want from him is to be able to hold the remote, at least during commercial breaks. Is that too much to ask? What is the deal with guys and their remotes anyways? It is like they don't feel like a man unless their remote is attached to the them and glued with cement. They seem pretty desperate to command their authority when they take the remote to the bathroom every time they feel the urge to go, don't you think?

My kids are another story. Every Christmas I find them surrounded by gifts and for that split second I seem them happy but then it all ends when a toy is taken by another child. People! Why must you give them gifts to fight over? They do enough of this without adding into the drama of having more toys.

Santa, this is more of a therapeutic treatment than anything since I refuse shock treatment in fear that it will fry the ends of my hair. You don't have to say anything just please give me one more night to be thankful for my family even though they buy me gifts that I smile at even though I hate.