Tuesday, January 31, 2006

I don't wanna play today

It's 8:15, I've eaten, had a cup of coffee (another will be had when I am finished with this post), and I don't want to be me today. I want to take a really long shower. I want to "do" my hair. I want to paint my fingernails. And then go buy a pair of shoes. Or a new top. But that isn't me.

That, however, was me 4 years ago. But then I gave birth to my precious daughter. Nora is absolutely the light of my life. She's funny and smart and has a stunning ability to recall past events. She's pretty, too. But there's no fingernail painting when you've got a little one around.

And then came Nigel. Equally the light of my life, he's even more of a handful. If it can be climbed, he'll scale it. If it can overturned or poured on the floor, he'll do that too. And there's that smile. It stops perfect strangers in the grocery store to say 'hi' and smile back.

I've got two fabulous kids, alright. I am thankful every day that they are part of our family. But that doesn't keep me from yearning for the days of makeup and matching clothes and clean cars and candlelight dinners. And try as I might, I have yet to enjoy playing Candyland with a 3-year-old. Or reading The Runaway Orange for the 100th time. So for now, I just have to grin and bear it, and know that someday I'll get to clean myself without hurrying through the steps, for fear of what I'll find when I step out. Or that I'll be able to wear makeup even just to the grocery store.

And I am sure that my husband wouldn't mind it either.

1 comment:

Jo said...

Girl I hear ya! Believe me, I hear ya! I wouldn't mind having my figure back either. lol