You know that rare morning, where you both wake up at the same time, and just chat away. No plans other than picking up your fav. book and sipping that first coffee of the day.
Even as I type this, I hear the voices of protests from others. “At least you can” – “You don’t have kids thats why I can do it” – “I would love to be able to do that just once” and on and on it goes.
And as I type away, I realise just how those comments have the ability to make me feel a little guilty to express those moments so instead I just draw them (and blog about them).
“Well you don’t know what it’s like to have kids”
“They are constantly demanding”
(can you hear that? that’s the constant eye role that comes with all the down sides to having kids).