Traditionally Monday mornings are dreaded by the majority of society. It marks the start of another work week. For me, it is the only morning I have 100% to myself. My lil guy spends Sunday nights with his dad. But the thing I find odd this morning is that the peace and quiet I so longed to have back after B's birth actually leaves me missing my son and feeling a little odd.
Turns out I don't really enjoy the peace & quiet any more. I do enjoy the additional hour I can sleep in when he's not here but the house just doesn't feel the same without his unidentifiable ramblings and noises.
It is truly strange how what we think we want and what truly makes us happy are two different things sometimes.
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