A House, Education and Perfume.

I haven't had much to write about lately, so I just haven't. I have, however, been doing some thinking, about my goals and what I want to accomplish in the next little while. I want to finish school - or at least have a piece of paper, then keep going - and have the possibility of a career, should I need one. I want the Boy to have an excellent education, the best I can possibly give him. I don't think this means he can't go to public school, because I can teach him further at him. I considered home schooling, but there's too much I never properly grasped grammatically (it's pure guess-work for me, beyond the basics) and in the mathematics department. I want his education to be extraordinary, not just acceptable. I also want him to grow up to be respectful, thoughtful and kind as well as clever and intelligent.
I also want to own a home and then fix it and remodel it to sell - and then buy the one we really want, in New England or in Germany. The latter is ideal, but it does depend on various aspects. I want the house to have wooden floors, fireplaces that burn all winter, a large kitchen and a formal living room. I want Himself to have a big room for his study - he calls it the He-Man Woman-Hater's Club. Most particularly, though, I want to have more babies.
Then there's the smaller scale of hopes and aspirations. I would like to master knitting on four needles, and learn tatting, and build up a wardrobe of 'costumes'. I want to be the home in the neighborhood that all the kids want to come to and I want to keep my house sparkling. I want to have more good days than bad (this is another subject, mainly dealing with anxiety attacks) and I want to learn French, and Potawatomi, and how to ballroom dance.
Of all my romantic dreams, though, Himself does his level best to make certain they are all fulfilled, because he adores me.
I wanted to wear expensive perfume every day.
Now I can.