As parents we spend all our time searching for that one fun filled family outing to suit everyone.
We waste our days searching endlessly only to end up pouring out every toy in the house in the hope of the elusive 30 minutes of solitude. Having endured and even enjoyed funtime Mommy and Daddy day we loom forward to bedtime.
Daily tasks have become such second nature that without realising it we have suddenly arrived at 7pm and the day has vanished into an abyss of feeding, changing, washing, feeding, changing and more washing up.
Without thought to consequence suggesting bath time becomes another mission impossible. I want bubbles. I want more ducks. Where's my sponge? The soap is in my eyes. Yet we continue because our every moment is consumed by the little people in our lives.
My weekends have arrived at swimming, stage school and long gone are the meandering through boutiques and glazing over a much desired or maybe even needed new handbag or pair of shoes. I get some recovery from an occasional weekend lie in or head space in my new found love of running.
I yearn for those lazy days and crazy nights from an entirely different perspective.
They are all gone for now. Yet I expect when they return I will ache for my crazy days and mad nights.
Friday, January 9, 2015
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