Life, or something like it

I totally messed up in yesterday's post. Because Ryan Reynolds was not there, and he totally should've been. And Gerard Butler. Such a mess up, but at least I won't make that mistake next time. 

It's Friday. 

Once upon a time, Friday brought on a rush of happiness. Saturday? Even more so. Those days were a long, long time ago - back in my school days. I felt that same 'weekend rush' a few times also in my partying with friends days, but as I've worked most weekends of my life, it never had the same excitement as it did when I was completely free on the weekends. 

Now for the next 8 months I am kind of free again on weekends. Free, as in I have no plans, no job, nothing. But only kind of free as I am now a mom so I can never make carefree weekend plans again without first finding a sitter. 

So with that being said, it's the weekend and it holds no excitement for me whatsoever anymore. It's almost the opposite. Sometimes the weekends make me sad because it's just a reminder of how I can't make big crazy plans anymore. I can't even make fun, simple plans anymore as my only nearest friend lives an hour away and has as much responsibility with her job as I do with my daughter. 

I'm in no way complaining about being a mom and how it took away my freedom, even though it sounds like it. I'm more so complaining about my lack of life in general. 

I want to feel excited over stuff again. And by stuff, I don't mean baby smiles and kicks. That stuff makes my day, but I wish there was a little more to my day every once in awhile. 

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Lalala. Those are my words of wisdom for the day.