Not gonna lie, I miss sleeping through the night without getting kicked in the face. I miss going to the bathroom without someone pounding on the door asking for something. I miss having conversations that don't get interrupted seventeen times. But do I miss the freedom more than I love these kids? Not even close. The trade was worth it, even if my face has some bruises.
The sleeping thing is real but honestly the kicked in the face part goes away eventually and you start missing having them in your bed. Not saying that because I want to be sappy, just saying enjoy the crazy parts because they pass faster than you'd think.
I feel this in my soul. The uninterrupted sleep hits different when you don't have a tiny human using your ribs as a trampoline at 3am. Also just being able to finish a meal while it's still hot. That's the luxury item.
What I wouldn't give to sleep past 6am on a Saturday. My kids have a biological alarm clock set to the earliest possible hour they can wake up without getting in trouble.
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I miss sitting in silence. Just complete silence. Now there's always something. My kids are older and I still don't remember what quiet feels like.