11.09.2010
I Kinda Miss the Days When...
If I was being honest (and please forgive me ahead of time if I am being too honest for your tastes, but...) I kinda miss the days when...
I imagined I had bucket loads of patience.
I only had to worry about feeding one mouth.
I could work out at 4:30 am in the morning or 11 pm at night because I could count on catching up on sleep later.
I didn't pay $70 to fill up my gas tank.
"Quiet" was normal.
The floor hardly ever got dirty.
I stayed up late giggling with my House of Dreams roommates.
It didn't take as much effort to focus on metaphysical material.
A first kiss was something to lose sleep over.
I sang duets with my sister all the time.
Every possibility seemed possible.
Life seemed really difficult, but it really wasn't.
My bust line only needed a gentle reminder from my wire bra.
I could watch TV without worrying about what little ears might hear or little eyes might see or little mouths might repeat.
I was full of endless energy and adventurous ambition.
I had homework, late nights, early mornings, a work schedule, a piece-of-hud car, my eyes on about three different guys, loud music, a flat tummy, no money, no time, every excuse, and a little bit of self control.
This would be the part where I would interrupt myself with a big fat "BUT" (and not the one I seem to be toting around these days)...
Can I just wallow in a little reminiscing for a bit and kinda miss those days without the optimistic repercussions?
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I can totally relate!
Oh yeah, so can I.
Amen. I was actually thinking some of those same thoughts just the other day!
Oh my gosh "those" days are so long gone aren't they. Sigh.
My favorite one was the one about your bust line. You have a bust line?! Well...I guess I do too, it just takes some strategically placed super tape to find!
You hit the nail on the head on this one!
I miss those days too!
Ditto. That's all I can say.
This is one of those posts that makes me glad to know I'm not alone. Sometimes when my kids are screaming and the floor is littered with toys, I tune out and dream of those days again. thanks!
I miss the days when my bust line didn't need reminders from wires at all.
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