Private time
I never realized as a teenager how much I would miss private time. The time when you’re all about yourself for a little while. I could probably have more if I really pushed for it, but at the cost of alienating everyone around me. When I was single I shaved twice a day and washed my hair for work and then again to go out for the evening. I wore make up sometimes, though I had time to tan by the pool and didn’t need it most of the time.
Now I’m married and we only have one bathroom, so I don’t really feel like I can be selfish with the bathroom time. Five people, one bathroom means even if I want to shave my legs, there might be someone knocking on the door needing me to hurry. Once upon a time I checked my legs to see if I missed a spot, then it progressed to fixing it if I noticed it and now I’m lucky if I feel like I have the time to do it at all, much less examine the quality of my work. Nothing invades your self pampering time like someone on the toilet stinking up the place lol.
I sleep too much, but it seems like I don’t get enough because the hubby wants to stay up late and the boys get up early so I have to take it in shifts. Nothing feels better than sleeping a straight 8 hours a night and if I only get it 4 at a time I never feel rested. Too much on my mind makes sleep elude me and keeps me tired.
On the good side, for the most part my kids are happy and it’s not like they’ll be here forever. I just wonder sometimes what will be left of me when they are gone.
You’ll still be there when they’re gone but don’t be shocked if a piece of your heart is missing forever.