Fantasy Monday

Okay, so because I am the most perfect mom ever and my child is golden... I don't have really any Not Me Monday stories this week. But Monday does seem to hold a lot of fantasies... real hopes and dreams that are full of anything but my child's screams because he dropped the smallest crumb of his cookie in the grocery store, and I refused to pick it up.
If I had all the power, money, and time in the world and didn't care about philanthropy... this would be my Fantasy Monday.

*I would wake up in the most luxurious pent-house suite of some fabulous, over priced hotel. The only sound I would hear would be my eyes opening.

*I would watch morning TV (anything but Treehouse) with my perfect cup of coffee. Hand-ground by my own personal Starbucks Barista. Who would be gorgeous, of course.

*Next would be breakfast, the most delicious meal that would be completely fat and calorie free. Yet my amazing personal chefs would make it taste like it was in the thousands.

*I would then dress in head to toe Lululemon, and proceed to my personal gym with my very gorgeous personal trainer. Who would tell me that I really didn't need to work out... because I was so fabulous and my buns were definitely made of steel.

*Next would be my spa hour... or hours. Everything from massage, to nails, to hair... and of course... it would still be... SILENT. Maybe some soft, soothing, relaxing music in the background. Something that sounded like the beach.

*Oooooh, the beach. After I was looking all fabulous from my spa treatments, I would hop on my exquisite private jet, watch some hilarious movie that I'd been dying to see, and land in record time at my private, exclusive island. Of course with a Cosmo in hand.

*After tanning and swimming with Dolphins... my very bestest gals would meet me at my 10 star restaurant where we would eat another amazing meal. (This one would have a few calories.. but it wouldn't matter because we all have super high metabolisms... and I did swim with the Dolphins.) Then maybe we would see a show, or a play... or perhaps a quick jet over to the Eiffel tower for a fabulous glass of Dom Perignon.

*To end my evening, perhaps I would have a long bubble bath with a book. Or maybe watch a little TV... my choice of show. Or maybe I would go online and see all the fabulous designer outfits my personal shopper (who is gorgeous, of course) had emailed to me... just to get my final approval. Then I would peacefully fall asleep, snuggled in on my million thread count sheets... thinking of the fabulous, perfect, fantasy day... and the one that I would have tomorrow.