*that I didn't look so forward to the baby falling asleep for her nap.

*that I was about this many *mentally ticking off digits* pounds lighter.

*that I could just not answer the phone when the neighbor calls and not feel so damned guilty.

*that I could take away the pain but not compromise the memories.

*that people really knew how honest and real I was being when I write "I get this."

*that I would have been a better friend to a couple of people in my past.

*that the garbage men would have picked up the old mattress and couch that have been sitting street side for two weeks.

*that everyone would realize that I do it because I was given the responsibility and that responsibility is something that I tend to take very seriously.

*and that my mom didn't take such great offense when I say, "I want better for them than what I had."

*that I didn't have the only child known to man not to like Flintstone vitamins.

*that I had enough money for one weekend to do all the things I have ever dreamed of doing. It would be a challenge of sorts, seeing how much I could pack into two or three days.

*And I wish that I would remember to buy several camera batteries before leaving for that jam packed weekend. Ha.

*that I didn't have to sit here and send pleading messages to The Universe, asking It to please allow M to get home in time to ride the bus this afternoon so I can stop sitting here attempting to mentally prepare myself for having to find a way to take the baby on the bus with me should he not get home in time.

*that I never ran out of toilet paper.

*that I could go one day without having my heart jump into my throat.

*that I could sit here all day and do nothing else but write my wish list. *smile*