5 1/2 years ago my life changed forever. I became a mom. My old life seized to exist and my new wonderfully challenging life began.
I cherish my new life and I wouldn’t go back to my beautiful uncomplicated life even If I were given the choice. However, when
shit hits the fan I find myself in a difficult situation, I tend to get nostalgic and miss a few of the older simpler little joys of life. Here are a few:
- The glorious simplicity of the weekend. I worked for 5 days and rested for 2. Waking up on a Sunday morning at 09:30 was considered TOO EARLY.
- Simple getaways. Back then: N & myself worked too much and felt like we needed a long weekend away? Easy. Nowadays: N & myself are too tired to even plan a weekend away, especially when there are a million things to consider and a zillion things to pack.
- Planning & Execution. I always thought these two were a match made in heaven. It has now come to my attention that whenever I plan anything ahead it almost never gets executed.
- One on one quality time with a grown up. I spent half of my weekend in the hospital keeping my mom company and although hospitals are pretty depressing I managed to spend some semi-uninterrupted (doctors and nurses and hospital staff kept coming in) one on one time with my mom. No kids, no interruptions.
- Leisure time. I was a semi workaholic. I was the first to arrive and the last one to leave work. When I left though I had, the things as a mom I miss the most, time to myself.
- Enough time & money to spend on loved ones. Now, I neither have the time nor the money.
- Time off. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
- The ease of rescheduling. I felt tired, I slept. I was ill, I took a sick day. I felt bored, I rescheduled. Just like that.
- Getting paid to work. I worked 5 days a week and got paid. Now, I ‘work’ 24/7 and never get paid.
- Stress free chilling at the beach. Apart from carrying 4 sets of towels, sun lotion for the kids & myself, extra change of clothes, a potty (well we all know why now, don’t we?), swimsuits, goggles and swim masks, floats, fins, drinks & snacks and the 27 swim toys (God forbid I forget to include the Barbie watering can or the Mc Queen water pistol), I must keep my eyes on both kids while I make sure they are a) wearing their hats, b) covered top til toe with total sunblock cream, c) sharing their toys with the other kids on the beach & d) last but not least NOT DROWNING.
Until next time