I miss having 2 weeks off 3x a year to do whatever we wanted...usually road trips through a few states.
I miss my hair
I miss Melissa (a friend that shouldn't live so far from me)
I miss the cheap pedicure place in Lewisville where the ladies always said I should be a model....I know they say it at all of them, but they'd always pick me out of whoever I was with and say, "you be model". I miss those ladies...I wanna see them everyday!
I miss playing on the golf coarse behind our Texas apartment when it was covered in snow. Or right after a big rain storm when the kids would run out ther snaked and splash around.
I miss my husband
I miss living really close to my sisters so I could go see them a few times a week.
I miss putting baby Jaden in the stroller and roller blading with him around Thatcher.
I miss going out into the parking lot of our texas apartment and letting the kids ride bikes and scooters for an hour before dad came home almost every day.
I miss perky boobs
I miss working with Jase for EA Glass.
I DON"T miss my Texas apartment
I DON"T miss getting glared at in the WIC offices
I DON"T miss humidity
I DON"T miss my DRebel
I DON'T miss my cell phone
I DON"T miss golf balls flying at our huge sliding glass door every day (breaking it completely one day)
I DON"T miss the guy following me and the kids with a gun.
I DON"T miss our first 3 months of marriage....fighting fighting fighting
I DON"T miss traffic
Ok, there it is. There were a ton I was thinking of at 1am this morning as I was laying in bed. Oh, here's where it started
I miss holding my babies in bed with me. I'm dreading having a last baby. DREADING IT!
I DON"T miss the first 3 months of nursing Boston, and only 4 months of nursing Pearce. I wish it would have worked but it was emotionally and physically HORRIBLE for me.
Ok, off to clean. Someday I hope to say, I DON"T miss having a cleaning lady every week. haha.