Sometimes it's exhausting.
Sometimes I miss my freedom.
Sometimes I feel guilty for wanting a break and for missing my freedom.
I went to lunch and shopping with an old friend yesterday. Seeing her made me think of my life before babies, and I really missed it. I missed going where I want, when I want, and it not taking 15 minutes to get in or out of the car. I missed sitting and chatting at lunch without having to keep a baby and toddler happy. I miss going out drinking and dancing and just being crazy.
I love how my life is now, I love my babies more than anything. I think I am just a little burnt out.