It’s Monday, and my littlest one has gone on holiday without me. I miss him so, and going through all those pictures of him, I gloss over the past by wishing he was still a baby and here with me. In reality, I didn’t sleep for 18 months.
But it’s normal to think you miss stuff that’s gone, isn’t it? Even when it was hard work while it was happening. (I also miss being a student sometimes, although that wasn’t all rosy.) What are you reminiscing about today?