Right now I'm sitting on the couch watching Law and Order. Josh is out with some of his friends to the movies. And they're drinking and having a great time. I'm so jealous. I would love to be free sometimes. I don't regret my son, so don't get me wrong. But oh how I miss doing things on a whim. Going to the movies randomly. Getting something to eat randomly. Waking up late. Going to bed late. People without kids don't know how good they have it.
When I look at my sleeping baby I know it's all worth it. But I would be a liar if I didn't say I miss my freedom. I know it's a short period of my life, but I just miss it. Sorry to vent.