– All my time would be spent balancing work with parenting, activities, school, home, etc., and the vast majority of my paycheck would go to childcare. I’d want to see my children more. I’d lack the time, energy and resources to write. Maybe I’d move back to Boston. But this too has its price. Still, Boston is the only place where my mother, mother-in-law and father-in-law could take the kids if not once a week then for long weekends here and there. I can’t even imagine!
– This house would definitely NOT have dogs, hermit crabs, sea monkeys, plants or a yard with grass. We would have pet rocks and a wild bird feeder (which I’d never remember to fill).
– I’d take less showers. Or wait, maybe I’d take more showers because I’d be seeing men in a whole new light. Maybe I’d buy a gym membership and better clothes with money I don’t have. Or more realistic…
– With nobody here to talk smack about my reese’s dependency I’d weigh over three hundred pounds.
– My house-keeping stanards would fall very, very low. Borderline health hazard. I’d make no apologies.
– The car would have a lot more than raw oats scattered like confetti all over the floor.
– I’d learn to let my children carpool with select families. It’d be a courageous act of “Letting Go” whilst being practical, cooperative and good for the environment.
– Fast food would become a staple in our lives.
– The girls would be allowed to eat hot lunch at school. Every other day they’d bring cold prepackaged, high-preservative food products like Lunchables – hey, they don’t call it convenience food for nothing.
– I’d buy a lot more batteries.