If you don't have anything nice to post, then don't post anything at all.

Whew.

Boy, I am feeling a little crazy. So crazy, in fact, that I have just RIGHT NOW realized that I have forgotten to take my hormones. So I just doubled up. That realllly ought to make Dave happy. Just kidding. Not really.

My life is a whirlwind. I long for the days of old where I would lounge in my pj's, read to the kids, go outside and pick flowers, whistle while I work, watch Dora, Dora, Dora the Explorer and Molly and Loonette do a 10 second tidy on the Big Comfy Couch. I miss making bowls of cereal, cuddling in the bed til' 9 am, praying for patience and then praying for naptime, and then waiting for naptime to be over. I miss the kids alot. And, as bad as I hate to say it, I miss being a housewife.

I realize there are lots of things that don't apply to me. Like playgroups, for example. I used to be up to date with all the playgroups, the local going-on's of my mommy homies in both Livingston and Cookeville. Now, I haven't a clue. My special friend came by my work yesterday and we went for a mid-day walk thru town. We talked (which is what we are best at) and just spent time catching up. She is about the only person that I really keep up with from the days when my life consisted of the Y, afternoons at the park, and Friday playdates.

Sometimes, I am so jealous of those who still have small children - children that are small enough that they still need diapers and diaper bags, middle of the night feedings and buy baby food in the jar in mass quantities. I know that my time is over. I hate it. That time goes by so fast, that while you are living it, you don't know how much fun you are really having. And then it is just gone.

I know that life runs in cycles - I am just in a new cycle. Most of all, though, I wish I had stopped and smelled the roses while the kids were smaller. I should have cherished that time more. Now they are getting bigger, and I am getting that sweet freedom that I craved so much when they were smaller. And it doesn't seem so sweet anymore.