About staying home:
-the moment when you put your child down for a nap and close the door.
-the way I would sit on the deck during those naps, laptop in place, taking a little "me" time in the middle of the day.
-the way the sunshine streams through my bedroom window at 2 pm.
-the way the house was always so neat and clean and my closets were in some semblance of order.
-Target on Tuesdays at 10 am...aka the time of day when it's all moms, all the time, and the shelves are actually stocked.
About not being pregnant:
-my waist.
-the ability to buy new clothes that don't make me look like a beached whale.
-cute shoes with a heel higher than 1/2 inch.
-visiting the bathroom a few times a day and not a few times an hour.
-not having my internal organs used as punching bags.
About being 25:
-wrinkle-free skin around my eyes and no spots (what is with all the spots???).
-planning my wedding...that was so much fun and I secretly look at our wedding album on a regular basis.
-feeling earnest at work and thinking I had the world at my feet.
-Happy Hour.
It's ok to miss things as life changes. Anything you miss in yours?
P.S. Stop on by Style Lush today and check out how I got my craft on over the weekend...and a sneak peek into our baby girl's nursery!
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Wait, you miss happy hour? I mean, you can miss happy hour because you're pregnant. But, not because you're not 25 anymore. We brought Gavin to a happy hour last Friday. And just like the drunk adults, he spilled a beer, too ... fit right in! =)
SLEEPING IN ON WEEKENDS. LORD!
I miss being part of the young crew at the office, coming up with silly outings just to get out of the house, coming up with even sillier outings for the excuse of drinking, crafting ridiculous projects while drinking, etc.
The husband and I both are managers now -- and you know, there are the kids and the fact that we're not in our early 20s any more -- and it makes me wistful to watch the new young crew in action.
I miss going out to eat whenever we want.
I miss going to lunch, then a movie on Saturdays.
I miss sleeping past 7 a.m. on the weekends. I miss happy hour too. And not worrying about who is watching the kids when we want a night out.
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