Week 18 of the 30 Week Writing Challenge:
I decided to alter this duplicate topic to somethings I miss.
Because while there aren't a lot of people I actively miss,
there ARE a lot of things that I actively miss.
Does that make heartless and materialistic?
Rather than take one and harp on it,
let's just go right through them all:
1. I miss having free time.
I'm pretty sure every mom in the history of the world has felt like this.
I truly don't know what I used to do with my weekends pre-Aaron.
I know I slept in a lot,
and went out a lot in the evenings,
but what exactly did I do from morning to night?
Anyone remember the snuggie?
2. I miss spontaneously going out at nights.
Going out at night as a parent is such a production.
It requires planning,
and texting for availability,
and coordinating schedules,
and yada yada yada.
Sometimes I just miss responding "YES" to a party invite,
and all I had to plan was what to wear.
Who wants to go to the bar?!
3. I miss tailgating.
We used to tailgate a LOT.
We have so much tailgating gear in our basement.
And I miss it.
Because why not wear a mini skirt while tailgating?
Oh the choices we make when we are young...
4. I miss traveling.
Not just international travel,
but being able to plan spontaneous weekend visits.
Like driving to Boston to visit a friend.
5. I miss drinking.
I really love drinking.
I miss popping a cold beer with a football game.
I miss sipping on a glass (or two!) of wine.
I miss perusing a cocktail menu,
and picking out my favorite not-too-sweet cocktail.
Dollar store hat + Ring Pop + Wine on the deck = The Picture of Afternoon Drinking
6. I miss being in tip top shape.
My mid-20s was the peak of my physical fitness.
Everything looked good on me.
I loved going shopping,
and getting dressed,
and knowing that I looked great.
I wish I could dedicate more time to getting in shape,
but see #1 above.
Guessing this will be the last picture EVER of me in a bikini. Our honeymoon.
Now, to be fair, let's round this out with something that trumps all of the above:
I DON'T MISS...
wondering if I'll ever be a mom.
I know that sounds a bit morbid,
but prior to Aaron,
I always wondered if we would have trouble
or if something would go wrong.
Being a mom is very important to me.
And I am OK missing all of the above
to have this grainy picture instead: