I'm watching this show, Small Space Big Style, and it's evoking this feeling that I miss my old life.
When I had no one else to account for, and no one else to make a living for. These singles and couples who own small homes and have the time to fix up their nest are getting me very jealous.
Of course I miss going out, of course I often wonder where I would be if I didn't have kids.
Our house is always a mess, there are toys everywhere, our dining table is always crumby. I am never in the mood to clean because it will just repeat itself as soon as I clean.
I miss being able to maintain a clean living space.
But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. Everyday I look at my kids, I get high. They drive me crazy, but I am not interested in trading any of this for what I see on TV.
When I had no one else to account for, and no one else to make a living for. These singles and couples who own small homes and have the time to fix up their nest are getting me very jealous.
Of course I miss going out, of course I often wonder where I would be if I didn't have kids.
Our house is always a mess, there are toys everywhere, our dining table is always crumby. I am never in the mood to clean because it will just repeat itself as soon as I clean.
I miss being able to maintain a clean living space.
But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. Everyday I look at my kids, I get high. They drive me crazy, but I am not interested in trading any of this for what I see on TV.
