Today has nothing to do with writing, so feel free to move on if you want. :-)
This post has to do with the babies. Or the lack thereof.
Yes. I am going through withdrawals and am crazy enough to kinda, kinda, kinda want another. Luckily, my hubby is sane and has drawn a firm NO in shifting sand of my desires.
Only, he's not a baby anymore.
The truth walloped me upside the head a few days ago. I had to sort through my baby clothes to send some to my new nephew. Sentimentality isn't my strong suit, but when I saw all those old clothes I felt like crying. Just the image of them filled me with memories.
Sigh. So that's my whine. My littlest guy is almost two.
If I'm having this much trouble now, I can't imagine how I'll feel when they're in school. Or worse, graduating.
Advice? Anyone? (sniff, sniff)