Miss my old life but don't want to admit it
Married with two kids now and I love my family, I really do. But sometimes I think about my 20s when I could just go on a road trip with buddies whenever I wanted, or sleep in, or not have to plan every single weekend around nap schedules and soccer games. My wife says it gets better as they get older but some days I'm grieving the version of myself that didn't exist on anyone else's schedule. I feel guilty for even thinking this way. Does anyone else feel this or am I just being selfish?
I get this so much. Three kids, five different schedules, and sometimes I'm sitting in carpool thinking about sleeping past 6am. The thing is, those moments pass fast. My oldest is already 16 and I'd trade anything for the chaos back.