1. Become uber-human-super-mum-career-gal or get a grip and stop putting myself in situations where I need to be one.
2. Get up early enough to iron my entire shirt (not just the sleeves and collar) in case I forget to wear the vest over the top and turn up to the meeting half-wrinkled.
3. Remember to do the tedious weekly meal plan (along with the Ten Minute Tidy, the secret to uber-human-super-mum-career-gal success).
4. Get everyone so good at the Ten Minute Tidy that we can cut it down to nine minutes. I need more craft time.
5. Devise a calm, clear and concise gameplan for when the eldest starts asking the curlier questions. I have been warned by other mothers. There is playground discussion about really hard kissing with tongues.
6. Get to the bottom of the lyrics to MacArthur Park. It’s been bugging me since University days:
Someone left the cake out in the rain,
I don’t think that I can take it,
’Cause it took so long to make it,
And I’ll never have that recipe again, oh no.
7. Find and book a summer holiday. The months spent in anticipation are possibly even better than the reality. Especially when you factor in the surveillance requirements for the kid plotting the 240km swim to Tasmania.
For more Tuesday anticipation, head on over to Lou’s place...