It is a distant memory... that once in my life, there was such a thing as late night dinners and going out after 7:30pm. Lately, I've been feeling a bit nostalgic. Let me preface this post by saying, I am extremely grateful with what I have currently and wouldn't want it any other way. OK, so back to nostalgia. Life before Murphy and River.... *enter thought cloud here... bloop bloop bloop*
I'm a bit of a homebody. Probably why my husband and I have subscribed to almost all the major TV outlets (Hulu, Netflix, HBO). Even thought nights out wasn't a regular "thing" for me, I realized how little I took for granted eating in peace in a decent outfit and some makeup. Nowadays, if I can put on makeup in 5 minutes, walk Murphy without breaking out into a sweat right before we go out and grab River without forgetting my phone or wallet, I call it a win.
Aside from leisurely attending all the birthday dinners after the seventh hour, one of the other things that I miss is going on adventures without thinking about if it's baby friendly. Maybe I'm being a bit dramatic here (since I do know a ton people who travel internationally with their little ones at whatever age they are at) but can I remind you guys that not every child or parent is the same? Some parents are willing to endure that long plane ride or car ride to drive however many hours. Some children are like angels and some need more attention. Ray and I are lucky enough that Riv is really not a difficult baby. The problem is... she gets bored and she hates being strapped down. Unless she is passed out in the car, she can only entertain herself for so long until she wants out. Also, sometimes, adventures are not as exciting when the babe is not walking yet. They don't want to sit in the stroller the whole time and crawling is not really acceptable in public in instances they roll down the stairs or someone steps on them. Little things like that...
The biggest thing I miss about pre-Murphy and Riv is time.
Time to get ready.
Time to eat.
Time to sleep in.
Time to do absolutely nothing.
Don't get me wrong. Not a day goes by anymore where I want to see the squeal and joy on Riv's face when she sees me after my workday or even in the morning when she first wakes up. Where I get to snuggle with Murphy in the evening when Riv is finally in bed sound asleep. I wouldn't trade it for the world but that doesn't mean I don't miss 'time'. Note to my present and future self: don't take time for granted.