But there are things that I miss. Like,
1. Serving in church. Well, serving in the music ministry.
2. Holding hands with X without juggling toddler/piles of washed laundry/diaper bag and assorted large bags that seem to mysteriously follow us wherever we go.
3.Not thinking about anything. Just having the luxury to stone. Mindlessly.
4.Unscheduled naps. LONG naps.Sandwiched in lazy days with NO schedule.
5.Having a martini. Or 5. Why is it that the martini moments are always the ones where you have kids and can’t drink?
6.Eating dinner and having a conversation at the same time. With Xavier. Which literally hasn’t happened in nearly two years. And no, conversations about where the kid has sprouted new bumps or the next day’s schedule don’t count.
7. A flat stomach. ( will my belly button ever look less disfigured than it does now?)
8. Late night running without having to worry about the next feed.
When I look back, I sometimes feel like I have morphed a fair bit. Although I’m holding on as much as I can to who I am – I am being stretched ( literally) in ways I never thought I could be. I love being a mum, but there is certainly a bit of me that will leap for joy once I get time to myself back.
Miss those Friday night latte / lemon tea chats at the front of Wheelock Place as well. Feels like a figment of my imagination now…
Hi there, popping over from Daphne’s blog. I can totally understand where you’re coming from, especially the naps bit! Its like time is no longer your own… Hang in there!