The "good" ole days

Do you ever stop and think back to when you were say in college (or if you didn't go to college something comparable)? And you thought it was just work work work work work. You might have to study for a couple of nights a week. Classes consisted of maybe 4 hours a day with a lab thrown in one day. I played ball in college so I had a little more on my plate than some. Practicing and games did take up a good bit of time. I distinctly remember thinking a time or two....."Man! I'll be so glad when I blow this joint! No studying or practicing.... just working a job and making some money"


Ha! Those were the days.... If I only realized it at the time, I would have cherished each day a little more.


Now..... don't get me wrong. There's a time and place for everything. Things change. People mature and move on (they SHOULD any way) to new and better things. I even remember taking naps in college. It makes me laugh just thinking about it. My roomie and I would both snooze for an hour or so each day if possible. She played another kind of ball (soccer) so we were both busy girls.


Then........


Today's "good" days are a little different. I say "good" because each person has a different idea of good. For me, a good day is my husband being home for dinner, my child being a happy little boy, all of us going for a family walk, child going to bed easily, and my love & I getting some quiet time. Not that demanding or outrageous right? Then when I know my husband is goodnessknowswhere and will be home whotheheckknowswhen......I'm just hoping for Lil man and myself to have a quiet night. We play together, eat dinner, take Jake for a walk and just enjoy hanging out. But if this is the case, it means I'm on my feet and going pretty much nonstop until Lil Man is in the bed. I'm not "off" until 9:30ish or so. Yeah, those "hard" days in college sure don't seem so darn hard these days.


Please don't take my words to mean that I don't love my child and cherish each day with him. Or that I don't love my husband and understand he loves his job with a passion that sometimes I just don't get. (Which he has said to me before....."Babe, you just don't get it." "No, I don't. I admit it but sometimes it doesn't change my point." But.... I'm a human and some days are just better than others. Some days I think it would be glorious to come home all by myself to.......an empty house.......just for a little while but empty and peaceful. (I'm smiling just typing this and thinking about it! LOL)


But you know what.... And I know this too! After an hour or so of complete quietness....... I'd want my "craziness" back. I'd want my husband calling saying something had come up. I'd want my child whining and pulling on me to take him outside. I'd want Jake coming up and rubbing up against me for some extra ear scratching.


We might think the "grass is greener" but I know what I've got. Just remind me if I get to complaining too much. But I will complain some because sometimes you just got to get it off your chest and vent.


But if you look closely..... my grass is pretty damn green. Look at this kid! Is he not just "green" to you?? And it really doesn't matter if he is or not.....he is to me. Happy, sad, whiny, ill, hurt, crying....he and his daddy.....couldn't get any "greener"!!!

As you can see, Lil Man and Jake were mesmerized by the work going on next door. But the last picture...did you catch it? Time to play again. (And Jennifer.... don't worry!! I'm not going to let Jake eat my child. He's rough and tumble but not mean. [grin])