Swing and a Miss

Day 19: Something you miss


I miss sleeping in. Although I do love the rendezvous that Chamblee and I have set up for 5am, I miss waking up to sunlight peeping through the windows.

I miss tequila. I know, that sounds horrible. But I do miss it. It's not like I down a bottle, or even drank it regularly before little hoot- but I did drink it. And it was delicious. I have decided I'm not much of a beer person anymore, and some moods meals just don't go with red wine. I want a tequila/pineapple or tequila on the rocks with a splash of sweet&sour. I just can't bring myself to drink liquor while I'm breastfeeding. Oh well.

I miss my cute dresses, jeans and high heels. I know that having a baby doesn't mean I can't wear all of that- heck, plenty of people do. It just means that I don't really care anymore. Not that I cared a lot before... It takes enough effort to get her out the door clean, fed, happy & dressed- if I had to care about how I looked we would never get anywhere.  Anyway, I miss that.


I'm sorry for the lame post... but I have a sad baby and I gotta go :(

Until Next Time,
The Guff