Mom life can be hard, exhausting and full of poop. Don’t get me wrong, I love being “mama” more than anything in this world, but I also miss just being me. I miss my freedom.
When your day didn’t revolve around nap time or school pick ups. Going out for a night on the town wasn’t dependent on whether you could find a sitter or not, and Friday night boob play meant something entirely different. When people looked at you as an individual and not just one with the little human.
Oh, the freedom tasted so good.