The History of Us: Remember when?

This past week has seemed especially crazy...I guess that is why I have yet again neglected this blog. I always have the best of intentions to sit and write but the days get away from me, what with all the dishes and laundry and stuff...oh, can't forget those kids I have. They seem to take a bit of my time as well. he he

Anyway, when I have weeks like this I find myself thinking back to the days before kids. And please, before I go any further, I wouldn't trade my life for ANYTHING, but every mother out there knows just what I'm talkin' bout. Every now and then you fantasize about a different time not so long ago. A time when Mark and I were DINKS ( double income no kids ) ahhhh...let me reminisce ( this is where the screen goes blurry and we go back in time).

I remember the days when.....

I could walk on the floor bare feet and not get food stuck to my feet.

I could sleep.

I could actually have a conversation on the phone without saying " sorry, could you hang on for a second while I get my kid off the counter".

I could go into the kitchen and actually remember why I went in there!

When I was at a hotel I'd worry I would sleep THROUGH breakfast, now I'm usually sitting waiting for it to start!

I didn't spend more than our mortgage payment at the Superstore.

I could sleep.

I could eat supper when it was hot!

Poop was not such a huge part of my life.

I could go rent a movie and watch the whole thing!

I wouldn't find Thomas the Train in my bed.

I could go for a drive after 7pm.

I could sleep.

I did laundry ONCE a week!

I could wear a fitted t-shirt. Lord don't get me started on this one....

I could watch those sappy commercials without bawling my fool head off.

I didn't want to pass out at 8pm from pure exhaustion.

I could sleep. I realize I keep mentioning that one, but it's a BIG one, HUGE.

I could finish a whole sentence without saying " wait, what was I just saying?" ( a direct result of above mentioned sleep deprivation)

My house was clean for more than 5 minutes.

I didn't have to cook 3 different meals at suppertime. Yes I know, that is MY fault which brings me to the next one....

I didn't live with guilt, constant guilt.

The toilet would not be plugged with a toothbrush and a toy boat.

I did not worry constantly. I mean every second. Right now I'm worrying about them. Really, my mind is wandering as I type.

Ahhh...it was a different time.

But now I get to see these faces everyday...