Somedays, not often but occasionally, I mourn the loss of non-baby freedom. Heck, I still sometimes mourn the non-married freedom. Today was such a day.
It's Wednesday, so that means I get a "day off" as DH puts it. It's not really a day off but lil' Monkey goes to daycare and I get 7-8 hours of time to do work or clean house or take a solid 1-2 hour nap without fear of a fussy baby. DH has come down with a stomach virus so he stayed home today. As bad as I felt for him, I also felt a little infringement of my "day off".
Earlier today, I got an email from work about our St. Patrick's Happy Hour tomorrow night. When DH hinted at staying home from work tomorrow, I asked about going to the happy hour. His response was that we probably shouldn't leave Monkey with him if he is still sick. Good point. And this is when I secretly longed for pre-baby times. Just a minute ... or two.
When I'm listening to music while coding (that is on my "day off" when I don't need to use headphones and keep the baby monitor in front of my computer monitor), I sometimes wish I could go out dancing again. Go clubbing. Flirt. Not get home until 4 am. Be a little irresponsible. Just a tad.
But then I remind myself that even prior to Monkey's birth, I wasn't really going to work happy hours very much anyway. I'd always WORK late and then miss it. I also remind myself that I'm too old for clubbing. My poor old body just can't handle an evening like that anymore or any type of vigorous dancing.
With or without baby, neither wouldn't happen anyway. I suppose everyone hates being a grown up sometimes.
What do you miss most about your pre-baby or pre-marriage life?
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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