Over the past week, I’ve been having the urge to go dancing. And by dancing, I mean clubbing — shake your groove thing, booty music dancing. I even tweeted about it yesterday and then decided it needed a longer forum of explanation. Every time I hear Rhianna’s new song or that incredibly repetitive, sticks in your head Kesha song, I find myself longing for my early and mid 20’s when my weekends were spent out with friends, having some drinks and breaking it down.
Post baby crisis much?
My baby blues have been much better this go ’round. I haven’t cried nearly as much as I did with Bug. Now I only cry at night and I know it’s the lack of sleep that’s doing me in. But I think about the past ALL the time. What the deuce?
I’m in the middle of the crazy first three months of having a newborn. It’s the loneliest period ever..even with people coming over and calling to check on you. My life is not my own. And I’m really not complaining, it’s just fact. Every mom goes through it and we all come out on the other side. I eat, sleep (or not) and breathe Miss E. I’m either nursing her, changing her, holding her etc.
When your life is that wrapped up in anothers’, I think (hope?) it’s normal to think about the days when you had time to yourself, time for your marriage, time for some fun!
So that’s where I am right now…feeling old and longing to dance, longing for a night out on the town with the hubs and my friends. But I’ll settle for a trip to Starbucks alone.
Maybe next week?