What’s missing?

That was a writing prompt I came upon last week. The first thing that came to my mind was, “I need a wife.” I do!

In talking about it further with a fellow writer, I expressed that I wanted someone to support me with taking care of the home and the kids. I need someone else, conscientious like me, to manage the day-to-day lives of our family. I need help to stop feeling overwhelmed and ending up in tears at random times during the day.

One of the dogs heard me sniffling in the kitchen earlier today and looked up, knowing something was wrong. But not knowing what to do, they turned and walked away. I was actually disappointed.

A wife would’ve given me a hug.

Today, a question was asked during a call, “If you could have a superpower, what would it be?” The “wife” answer surfaced again. But then I came up with a much better idea: I want to clone myself. That’s the superpower I want!

Then I thought, oof, that would be a bit too intense for my husband and kids. Poor things. They may drive me bat-crazy every single mutherfuckin’ day, but no one deserves the wrath of me, twice.

So I came up with the most unreal superpower I’d request if the gods wish to bestow: I want the superpower of never needing sleep.

Booyah.

Shit gets done while everyone is passed out. No one’s awake to bother me. And I am left in peace for many hours, straight.

This is my definition of heaven right now.