In a Perfect World

My children would do what I told them to, when I told them to do it. There would be no more “yes, but just wait”, “I will, just hang on”, or “yeah sure, in a minute”. I would ask them to get their dirty laundry out and they would leap out of their seats, run to their room and get it. I would ask them to take out the garbage and I wouldn’t have to wait until the bin started to overflow before it happened. I would say “jump” and they would say “how high darling mommy?”


There wouldn’t be any road rage and all drivers would drive courteously. What is with those people who think they can weave in and out of lanes, narrowly missing cars along their way? What is so important that it can’t wait for them to drive safely and stay in the speed limit? And don’t get me started on truck drivers! After all, who died and left them ownership of our roads?

I could stop nagging my youngest son to study. He would come home from school, have a snack then get out his books and complete all his homework without my asking him to. He would do a brilliant job and get straight A+s for all his subjects. Do teenagers realise how tiring it is to yell and nag and nag and yell all the time? Do they think we enjoy it? Because of course we have nothing else to do with our time, do we?

My finances would cover the little luxuries that I wish I could afford. I don’t need to be filthy rich, but I would like not to cringe when my son tells me he needs new football boots, or a haircut. I would like to have a manicure now and again, or eat out maybe once a month.

Of course in a perfect world there would be no poverty. We would all look after each other like we would our own family. There would be no wars either, or terror attacks, or torture, or assault, or violence of any sort. In a perfect world we would all live in harmony, no matter our gender, age, race or religion.

I guess I’m just going to have to put up with nagging my children, crazy drivers and tight budgets!