It is, of course, completely unreasonable.  But it’s true, I want to be Barbie.  Well, more like I want the life of Barbie……..at least the Barbies that live in my house.

These Barbies have shiny convertibles AND SUV’s – and neither needs gasoline.  They have a kitchen with all the latest gadgets – and someone who keeps it clean for them;  closets full of clothes and a never ending supply of shoes (although sometimes finding a matching pair is difficult).

I want a personal entertainment room with big screen TV, gaming system, rocking stereo system, personal gaming chair and cushy purple chaise (well maybe not purple but you get the picture).

Of course with all that Barbie HAS there are still pitfalls.  Can you imagine being a pediatrician and working all day looking like this:

I can’t imagine that wearing those shoes for 8 hours is even remotely comfortable and the outfit?!   Kinda hard to stay professional when you bend over to examine the kid and your panties are there for all to see!

Mostly – I want to be a Barbie at my house because they get frequent spa days.  Warm bubble baths followed by rub downs with scented creams then new outfits and a trip to the hair salon.  What girl wouldn’t want that?   Sure the lead in to a spa day may not be great:  packed into a storage bin and pulled through the snow – but hey, they were wearing blankets…no shirts, but blankets.  And getting covered in snow isn’t bad – heck I have to do it rather routinely from December through March.  But I don’t get the follow-up spa treatment!

So I think in my next life, I’d like to be a Barbie.