As I sit here at 11:15 pm, writing this post, I can't help but wonder how my life got to where it is today. Just a few years ago I was working with some of my best friends, enjoying being almost through with nursing school, and not having a care in the world. I went out A LOT. And drank like a fish. And had a blast.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love my life now more than anything. I just wonder how I got to this point. Sitting here at 11:15 pm, watching the most ridiculous show on tv (The Upside Down Show on Nick Jr), pleading with my almost 20 month old. Pleading with him to go to bed. Pleading with him to sleep past 7 am. Pleading with him to give me just a few minutes to at least take a shower.
I really do love my life. I love that I've been given the opportunity to stay at home with such an amazing kid. To see him grow up in front of me on a daily basis. But sometimes, when he is still wide awake and all I want to do is sleep, I miss the adult part of my life. Where I would go to work and he would stay at home with a babysitter, or go to daycare, and I would get a few minutes to not have to worry about what he could possibly be getting into.
And then, just as I think that, he comes over, cuddles up, and gives me a big kiss. And I just wonder what the hell am I thinking. This is perfect. Right here with him.