Don’t You Forget
Things I had forgotten:
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The dark, intense beauty of Radiohead
The bombastic genius of Pearl Jam
The pure genius of Beck
Playing music really loud is good for your soul.
Being with my husband without worrying about a child waking up (or walking in).
Life without a baby monitor buzzing in the background.
Walking around my house without having to step over baby gates.
Sleeping in — not because the kids slept in, just because no one else was waking me up in the morning.
Working uninterrupted to get the house clean, instead of cramming in an hour or two a day trying to get on top of the chaos.
DearDR and I have another day child free. Of course, we miss them. But frankly I, at least, needed the break. We are getting a lot done; we are having some fun as well.
Although fishing diapers, clothes and poopy underpants out of a heating duct kind of sucked.
You have me wondering what has been shoved in Alexis’ heating duct. I don’t think she did anything, but two little girls shared her room before we lived here. There has to be something crammed in there–there is no other explanation for why that room is so much colder than the rest of our house. Do you make house calls? I really don’t want to stick my arm down there.
Congrats on the child-free days, by the way. I’m getting close to needing one of those myself. Thank goodness for daycare–at least I can get a few hours without much effort.
Posted 9 months, 2 weeks ago