So as you probably guessed from the paucity of posts lately, we’ve been on vacation. The kids and I headed to my parents for a few weeks, with GrumpyDaddy joining us in the final week. I’m tied up trying to settle back in at the moment, but I wanted to do a short post noting that the quickest way to remember what life was like pre-children is to visit people who don’t usually have the tiny monsters running around, destroying their home.
My parents live the life. They are retired and basically spend their days golfing, doing volunteer work, and partying with their friends. They come and go as they please, and don’t need to do three hours of advance planning and bring along several bags of crapola that might be needed in the event one of them suddenly (1) gets hungry; (2) needs to poop; or (3) otherwise behaves in a way that could result in public humiliation.
Watching them live what I would consider to be a “normal” life was a sharp reminder of what used to be around my house. I just can’t imagine having freedom like that anymore, and boy, is that depressing.
So here’s the kicker: my parents were kind enough to care for the kids overnight while GrumpyDaddy and I took off for a two-day trip just to get away. It was my first night ever away from the kids and despite the fact that I felt zero compulsion to check in to see how things were going, I found that I missed them.
Thus, here’s the net-net: when I’m with my kids, I need a break. When I’m not with my kids, I miss them.
Do they make a drug to treat this particular form of mental illness?
Posted by I’m Still Alive « GrumpyMomma’s Blog on November 22, 2009 at 5:32 am
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