requiem for a mundane life

As Aidan burst in to interrupt my bath time for the fourth time, I had a vision, sweet and beautiful.

In this vision, I leisurely take a bath without being interrupted. I leave the bathroom to put on my pjs without tripping over toys in the hall. I enter the living room where one of my rerunning sitcoms or SVU marathons is on, instead of Veggie Tales or Scooby Doo. I am surrounded by only furniture, and I am able to light a candle on a coffee table, a coffee table that I can actually use to rest my drink.

I put a DVD on, a DVD that doesn't include animated stars or talking animals, and I decide to paint my fingernails. I grab the fingernail polish and sit, without realizing what freedom this is, painting my nails while watching a film.

Unfortunately, I am awaken out of this reverie by Aidan pulling his drawers down and repeatedly saying, "Mommy, look at my oinky butt" while sticking his rear end in my direction.