I know, I’m suppose to say that I love my children and since i’ve had them my days have been infinitely blessed, I can’t imagine what life was like before them, what was I doing with my life, etc., etc., etc. Well I can tell you that my life was actually quite fulfilling before my kids. I reside in the city where I went to college, and a good number of my friends still live here. I had (have) an awesome single social circle. I live in a city, so I was not remiss with things to do on a week-end. I am a very active person, I would workout on a regular basis, I joined co-ed recreational sports teams and I loved going to comedy clubs, the movies, festivals, you name it. My husband (boyfriend at the time) and me would always venture out past 11p to hit up a local restaurant or pizza place to get some food if we didn’t feel like cooking, or we would get cookbooks dedicated to single meals in order to “try out” new recipies because we were feeling adventurous. So here is my post dedicated to those times. RIP good food, good bars, and spontaneous dates…
My kids have killed the good meal. In my effort to make meals that can be mushed in little peoples mouths, contain all five of the basic food groups, and can be prepared quickly, out go the days of preparing an intricate, meticulously slaved over meal. Maybe i’ll dust off the cookbooks that we have in our kitchen when they are older, but who knows if i’ll even feel like it then. I remember when I used to cook and it actually meant something, like I actually remember the meal I prepared. Now I cook just to see how long I can go before I have to cook again. Casseroles and soups have been my friend for years.
I always say to people i’m a vegetarian because I don’t workout anymore. Trust me, i’ve tried. I’ve tried getting up before the kids wake up, and that lasts for maybe a week or two tops. I’m way too tired to try to motivate myself at 6am. And don’t let one of the kids wake-up at 6:05. Workout ruined. I’ve tried working out during work. But most of the time, i’m too busy actually working to stop in the middle of the day to go to the gym at work. It’s extremely convenient, but not practical for me. I’ve tried going to workout after I get off work. But let’s face it. Getting up working with my kids, then going to work, then trying to muster up enough energy for a workout? Yeah exactly. It was always an epic fail.
Whenever any one of my friends happens on the occasional facebook stalk, they always mention pictures of my husband and I playing co-ed flag football, and I reminisce on how active I used to be…how easy it used to be to join that stuff with friends, or how we could go to a friends’ birthday/engagement/cookout party on a whim. No babysitters needed for our outings, we could just go. And don’t even get me to talking about vacations. I took endless vacations in the US and beyond the parameters of America as well as to many of the islands in the Carribean with friends as well as with my husband. Good times, Good times.
But this is my formal goodbye. We’ve had a good run, you and I. I’ve laughed until it hurts and thoroughly enjoyed the freedom that comes with a childless life. Maybe i’ll see you again in another 20 years or so, but by then i’ll be a much more mature person. I don’t know if I can reclaim the crazy times of my youth, but I hope by then i’ll feel young enough to try.