While some may attribute my vapidity (great word) to a below average intelligence quotient - or plain ole rudeness - I'm usually just daydreaming.
In my youth I fantasized about old age. Like, you know, THIRTY. I wondered what my future husband would look like. I named our future children. (Two out of four were named decades ago.) My favorite image - conjured up whenever math got especially boring - was of our family: Mr. and Mrs. Who Knows at the park, taking turns pushing our children on the swings, kicking up sand, holding hands and having a marvelous time.
That youthful daydream is now very much a reality.
I remember when we first took Little Prince to the park. I actually cried. Because I'm essentially an emotional bag of sentimentality. It was my fantasy come to life - only better.
Yet as I creep into seniority (I'll be 29 in June - totally ancient, I know), my daydreams have grown up, too.
I especially like to daydream when I'm exercising. As I pound the pavement every morning at 6:15 (or 6:20 ... or 6:30 ...), I let my mind wander.
I have just been awarded Mother of the Year. My tearful children stand by my side, presenting me with a bouquet and smothering me with kisses. An audience leaps to their feat, applause deafening, in awe of the years of selfless devotion I have given.
I write a book. Everyone loves it. I may write more.
I am discovered by some green movie director, cast in a low budget indie film that blows the world over, and become richandfamous. My Man is, of course, co-starring with me cuz there's no way I could kiss anyone else. And obviously there will be kissing involved.
Women flock to me, begging for the secret to my amazing beauty, organization, fabulous children and all-around awesomeness. I dispense of my wisdom graciously.
I am in fantastic shape - toned arms and legs, flat belly, tight everythingelse. I actually look good in clothes.
I never tire of these silly pipe dreams of mine. And they come in quite handy during long car trips and waiting at the doctor's office.
But truth be told, I'm quite content with the dream I have on hand already.
***So tell me - what do you daydream about?***