Almost...

I sometimes get a little jealous of my kidless friends who are single and can do what they want. I mean, i'm sure we all get a little jealous now and then. So friday night, with my hubby's permission I went to my manager's house for a little party. I walked into their spotless , kidless house and looked around. Booze covered the counter. I walked into the living room where not one speck of dust lived. No toys covered the floor. It was quiet. So we drank, acted silly, played some drinking games , got way to drunk and really had a great time. At 1 am a friend drove me home. I was not in the shape to be driving at all. It was the drunkest I have ever been in my life.

They have parties like that a lot and get together where a bunch of them will play games and have fun. On the ride home I thought about how nice it must be to be able to live that way and do what you want, when you want. Then I got home.

My wonderful hubby greeted me at the door and let me, but not before laughing at me. I crawled into bed, with the room spining and fell asleep. I awoke at 8am to the voices of my kids. I crawled out of bed and as soon as I opened my doorI was greeted by my 2 year old. She pracitically leaped into my arms and said "mommy!". My son followed and started in telling me stories about his morning so far and what he did the night before. I looked around , and the living room was covered with toys. Pokemon cards were laid out on the floor along with baby dolls and play purses. I smiled. I though, perhaps it isn't me who should be jealous of them, but them who should be jealous of me. I have a wonderful husband and two wonderful kids. And so what if my home isn't always spotless, and so what that I can't stay up half the night doing what I want. I wouldnt change this for the world.

I was almost jealous of my friends...almost