Lately I’ve been in a funk. I have been in a “remember when I was younger and I wore cute clothes, went to nice places and did spontaneous things” mode. It almost seems ridiculous to be saying this. I really have a good life. I have a crazy busy life, but it’s a good life. I have a nice house, a good husband, my wonderful family close by, great friends, a good job, an amazingly sweet son.
But isn’t it ok to remember what it was like to not have a care in the world? To sleep until as late as you want, to go on a shopping spree just because, to pick a place and book a ticket? I miss that… I don’t want that all the time, just once in a while. I’m perfectly happy with my life, but once in a while, it would be nice…
I suspect I’m not the only one, because for as many people that say they love their lives and are happy, just as many people say they miss what their lives were like before the responsibilities, the bills, the mortgages, the IRA accounts, the sleepless nights, early mornings. Sometimes it would be nice to pause mommy life and be carefree and fun once again, but being carefree and being a mommy are incompatible!
I guess there’s always shopping… or hiding in the bathroom…or eating chocolate… whatever works!
what do you do when you need a break from the craziness? tweet me! @dianalimongi
ps. i really do love my sweet baby boy.
