Wish are just that wishes

It's been a while since I have posted any wishes. It's nice writing down what my wishes are as it's like tying a balloon to it and sending it out. Sometimes I see it again, sometimes it never even crosses my mind again. For example, I posted about an oven, which hasn't crossed my mind since I saw on my blog archive, but deep down I wouldn't ever need it and now I don't think I would want it. On the other hand my recent post, Potty Training, is constantly there, it's like the balloon never floated away. (side note: Reed is urine trained, which is HUGE in my book, and we are now working on getting him to poop.)



Lately, I have been wishing that I didn't have carpet in my dining room, and how much I loathe carpet. I am grateful to even have a home as nice as mine, and know that there are many in the world, let alone my own country, that don't have a home. I have been trying to find the positives in having carpet like if my 22 months old falls down, it cushions her fall, or how much nicer it is to lay down on it than the hardwood floor. That's about where it stops though. The thoughts of how much easier it would be to clean up spills seems to fight it's way to the forefront of my mind.
Maybe by tying this wish to a balloon I will be able to release it. My wishes are just that wishes, not true wants or even needs.