Had an awesome daydream. I lived on the outskirts of Rome, a beautiful husband and children which I loved so dearly, made them dinner, one of the children complains that they're hungry, I yell at them in Italian to wash their hands and faces, then dinner will be ready. Serve dinner, kiss my husband on the cheek and we all sit down as a family.
Sad that this is pretty much the furthest thing from reality. I'm at a small table by myself, eating dinner from the pan.