easier but boring

The last few day, I mean the last eight years, have included the norm around here. Repulsive bathrooms, kids on the diner table, spilt dinner plates, spilt milk, stains, bloody noses, and the like. Oh and a little swinging from the chandelier on the side. Today I had a dentist appointment. I filled out my new patient information s-l-o-w-l-y because I could, well…I was trying to go fast enough to hurry up and be seen already, but mostly I wasn’t wrestling with a fidgeting toddler or writing while doing a balancing act. Maybe my writing was somewhat legible for once. I thought I would sit back, relax, and enjoy the quiet..Maybe fall asleep during the cleaning. Well, I didn’t end up getting a cleaning anyway. But, the whole time I was gone I kept thinking this is rather boring. Greg said something the other day about the kids moving away, and that it’ll be sad when they leave. Not that he hasn’t always loved them to pieces, but that isn’t like him to say that sort a thing. I said, “You don’t want to be stuck with me, is that it?” Kidding of course, but then said, ”Think of all the good things about it… We’ll be able to sleep-in, etc.,etc.,etc.” I love sleep. Getting extra is something I’ll never complain about. But when I thought about really, really, being able to do it when ever I wanted it didn’t sound so glamorous. And the reality is one day, I really might be able to sleep as long as I want. Why do I feel that might be a little depressing. At the moment I feel I am glad my kids make me more active and less selfish. If you don’t have kids and don’t want them, or you don’t have kids and you do want them, don’t take offence to this next line. This is coming from a SAHM mom that usually doesn’t think she can handle one more non-boring moment…. Life without kids might be easier, but I think it might be boring.