We're being told that the odds are better that I'll become a Saint than actually winning the Mega Millions lottery tonight. I don't think "they" know how I could NEVER be a Saint, so the odds of the lottery win are actually in my favor.
Regardless of the minuscule chances of winning, it's been a fun 24 hours thinking about what we would do with the money. After a quick search online at premier homes for sale it became clear that we'd "need" to build a custom home to meet our selfish wants. A soundproof media room for the kids (Jason & the man friends) and a craft room for me. I'm envisioning white built-in cabinets to store my gift wrapping stuff, a solid surface island for all the macaroni crafts Lucy and I will be making and a place for my sewing machine to live where it can be at the ready (maybe on a table that pulls out from the wall so it can be tucked away for clean lines in the room (like an appliance garage). Our needs are simple and we're probably thinking really small, but we're simple people.
Then the next dilemma is built the house big enough so the grandparents can move in and live with us, or build tiny in-law cabins on the "compound" so they can be close when they want, but we can still carry on with Naked Tuesdays like normal. I'm guessing, once they come to grips with the fact that Naked Tuesday is a reality that they'll opt for their own private space. If Naked Tuesdays isn't happening now, it will happen after the option of all those people living with us is a possibility.
As for charity work, do we start your own foundation or set aside money and dole it out to the charities we're already supporting? It would be really fun to write some big checks to the charities we're supporting now. I'm sure the Domestic Violence Prevention group that my classmates started last year would be super excited for a whopper donation, because they are over the moon for everything over $100. There would certainly have to be a plan as I'm sure the requests for help from genuinely needy souls would be coming at you, and I'm not good at "no".
The other thing about being wildly rich would be the creative theme parties we could throw. Right now I'm thinking that a "Hunger Games" themed party would be a hoot. Maybe the guests wouldn't have to actually kill each other, but physical challenges in the woods would be great fun to watch. I guess it all depends on who we invite over. That boy from high school who broke my heart, he should be wary of an invitation to a "high school reunion" at my place.
Over breakfast this morning, Jason said that we'd have to extend our upcoming Maui vacation and fly the grandparents and Lucy over to join us (that includes you too Mom... chill out.) but I am so ready for a solo (Jason and I) vacation that the first thing out of my mouth was -"they can come, but AFTER we get a week to ourselves!" That's when I got the "chill out" look from my beloved.
It would be a "big ask" to ask the grandparents to endure the five hour flight with the Lucy, but we'd put them in first class to ease their discomfort. After a cocktail or two Lucy is very compliant. I bet the flight attendants would be all "judgey" about feeding cocktails to the one year old - whatever.
Until tomorrow morning these plans are a fun distraction. In the meantime, today is the day the sheets get washed and unless I'm super confident of our win and the arrival tomorrow morning of Fabritzo, our new houseboy, I'll have to do it myself.