Head too full

I think too much. Not about world peace or anything meaningful like that. My head is full of crazy ideas. Like how I want to put a ladder on Sprog 1’s wall that leads to a cubby in the ceiling. And whether I should get metal, plastic or wooden plantation shutters on the windows next time I have a spare $20,000 lying around (ie never). Much mental energy has been expended over the idea of getting a pool in our backyard (despite the many deciduous trees and lack of sunlight). Family members are frequently dragged outside to hold the tape measure while I plot the perfect spot. I’ve already chosen a gorgeous Turkish limestone, should I ever get the chance to renovate my bathroom. And all my holidays are meticulously planned and booked at least 12 months in advance. However, after 20 years together, Husband reckons my most exhausting ideas are those for small businesses. Many years ago I decided I wanted to run a bed & breakfast. I even dragged Husband to a day-long seminar on running bed & breakfasts. Husband wasn’t too keen on cleaning toilets for a living, but he humoured me. Since then I’ve wanted to open an ’80s disco, a small bar, a Sunday afternoon jazz venue with sausage sizzle, a vegetarian cafe called No Bull, a baby doll emporium modelled on Babies R Us (except filled with accessories for dolls – Husband vetoed this idea as waaaay too creepy, but I think it rocks), a jungle-themed toy shop (much time was spent searching online for plastic vines etc to decorate it), a barnyard-themed toy shop (inspired by my passion for our chooks, with a chook-wire shopfront) etc etc. These ideas usually strike me around 6am, as I’m going for my morning walk. I race home, endorphin-charged, and accost Husband in bed, the shower, or getting dressed and proceed to wax lyrical about my latest brainwave. Husband. not being a morning person, is never very receptive. He’ll usually mutter something like “go away” or “not now” or “do a business plan”. Do a business plan? Where’s the fun in that? This is where that $20million jackpot lottery would come in very handy. Then I could buy a whole arcade and fill it with all my ideas for shops/bars/cafes. No business plan necessary. How cool would that be?

TONIGHT’S MENU: Chicken with lemon, mint and pinenuts (not expecting a warm reception from the Sprogs on this one …). Verdict – Sprog 1: “Kinda weird but ok.”