ahhh, fridays. i remember when fridays at 9:45 pm meant i was getting all dolled up to go out with my friends and hit up some club in dc where we knew who was promoting so we didn't have to wait in line. haaa ...that was back in the days when i put on make-up, wore pretty clothes and actually donned heels. now, my life consists of clipping back my "stylish" side swept-bangs, throwing on the most comfortable clothing i can find and throwing on uggs or flip flops (depending on the weather) if i need to run to the store. yeah, i'm so not glamorous anymore.
and sometimes i do wish i could trade my life for that time, at least for a little bit. especially when belly is being super clingy (which is, hmm, every. day.) and when bulilit throws tantrums when she doesn't get her way. but since time machines haven't been invented yet and since i do have this responsibility called parenting that i can't really figure out a way around... then i guess i'll just have to make do with re-reading old journals and living vicariously both through me, circa 1999-2002, and through my friends/family who are still single and living it up.
not that i don't enjoy my life as it is right now... yes, i'm looking for the occasional escape, but little things like taking belly to ballet this morning -- where they put on a little dance recital, and my daughter decided she wanted to be the red fairy from sleeping beauty, completely shunning the other, pastel-colored costumes of other princesses -- or watching bulilit eagerly feed herself noodles with a spoon, or giving the girls a bath and watching them splashing around and having fun with daddy while i get them clean .... these little things seriously make it worth it.
wow, didn't think i'd get all contemplative here. i'm just happy it's friday, the kids are sleeping and we have a pretty relaxing weekend in front of us.
p.s., if you couldn't tell, today i'm thankful for old journals which never fail to bring a smile to my face.
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