If I had more time I would take a well-deserved afternoon nap each day at 12 o’clock on the dot. I would make gourmet dinners every night and delicious breakfasts every morning. Oh, how the family would love me.
With more time, I would extract the ever-growing pile of unmentionables and dust bunnies tumble weeds from under our bed — shiver. I would even wash the windows for the first time in, well … ever!
If I had more time, I could plant flowers in the spring, not that I would, but I could if I had more time. I could get a master’s degree in Viticulture and Enology. (You’re gonna look that up aren’t you?) I could write sonnets and limericks, poems and symphonies, if I only had more time.
I could spend hours prowling sales racks searching for the perfect outfit. I could clean the closets and maybe find that missing shoe — it ran away from home last year. With a little more time, I could buy a guitar and learn to play it. I could teach my grandchildren French, after I learned it myself of course.
If I had more time, I would take a big balloon ride and soar across the sky and I would fix that darned hole in the wall that I accidentally made because I was rushing. If only I had more time, I could take a bath with bubbles, and soft music, and a great book and a bottle of wine — sigh. Wouldn’t that be nice?
If I had more time I’d vacation in exotic locations and eat at fancy places. I’d take a selfie on every rollercoaster in the world and get a mani-pedi every Thursday. Why Thursday? Why not? I’d eat less fast food and visit the treadmill more than once a month, too, if only I had more time.
If I had more time, I’d talk to my kids more and yell at them less. I’d stay up late into the night and watch every show I’ve ever missed. I would see endless movies, plays, concerts and even go to those dreaded candle parties, if I only had the time.
With more time I could actually ride my Harley. WOO HOO! Okay, so I don’t have a Harley, but I could get one if I had more time. I could use the Chinese-for-Dummies lessons I got six Christmas’s ago. Nǐ hǎo! And I’d even learn to walk a tightrope.
If I had more time I could kiss my hubby more and chit-chat with my parents every night instead of twice a month (I’m a rotten kid). I could spend all the time I want on the computer stalking Facebook and creeping on Twitter wasting valuable time without feeling guilty.
I could visit the Parthenon. I don’t actually know what the Parthenon is, but it sounds interesting. If I had more time I’d spend less time complaining and more time doing absolutely nothing. I would laugh more, hug more, love more. I would contemplate life, daydream, watch sunrises, catch fireflies and throw water balloons at passersby, if I had a little more time.
If I only had more time, just a little more time. I need more time … you know, if I stopped talking to you guys, I’d actually have more time. Hmmm …. later!
Until next time.