A rare moment to myself

So I don't know if it's the antibiotics I'm on for the boob infection, or if it's the fact that Dan stayed home from work today for my sanity, but I'm feeling a bit better today. Perhaps it's the physical work that I got out to do today (cleaning the backyard for the damn pool), or maybe the fact that Dan currently has both bigger kids off to swim lessons (a whole nother story there), but I have a quiet peaceful moment to myself. And I've already checked my email(s) a million times over, and went fantasy home shopping on the internet. So there's not much left to do, except look at fun stuff online. Came across something that spoke of what mothers' lust after, and not just their kids things. So what do I lust after for myself and not my children?

I lust for more time spent wandering the internet.
I lust for more time spent outdoors.
I lust to dance more.
I lust to actually learn something outside of school related to school things (like actually reading all those dusty college textbooks that never really got read in the first place).
I lust after never having to make lunch again (ok, maybe once a week or so).
I lust after looking good and feeling confidant. Which doesn't necessarily mean that I have to loose weight or whatnot- just have to find everything that looks fantabulous).
I lust after being to have sex when I want it (read middle of the day here) and without fearing pregnancy once again.
I lust after being peaceful and calm and meditative. No more yelling at the kids or having that cup 'o patience run out.
I lust after being able to do all those big and little projects that I want to tackle.
I lust after being able to make a difference.
I lust after being able to sit around and do nothing and be no one and live a quiet peaceful life.
I lust after being big, important, famous (ok, only sometimes).
I lust after being on time, somewhere where I want to be.
I lust after being able to complain about how hard it is to be mama without someone thinking that I am regretful about having kids, or that I do not enjoy the good times (and the bad retrospectively), or saying "welcome to motherhood".
I lust after no one ever again saying to me "welcome to motherhood" unless it is in a 100% positive time/place/fashion/meaning.
I lust after sometimes thinking before I speak.
I lust after feeling smart and worthy and having others feel the same way.

Well, seems like the list could go on forever. And it probably could. And it would be constantly continually evolving into different lusts as I grow, change and situations do the same.

And what do you wish? Lust?