Le sigh

Sometimes, and I know how bad this is, but sometimes I wish I wasn't a mum.

I love my boy to pieces, and I can't spend enough time with him.

But sometimes, I'd love to go out when I want to.

Stay up all night if I want.

Go travel the world if it suits me.

Not watch my language.

Get more tattooes.

Dye my hair more often.

Leave routine behind.



I knew what I was giving up, but the last few weeks ... yeah, it's been a little hard. I wouldn't trade him for any of it, I just ... I guess I wish it was easier to have both, be a good mum and my own person.

I've gotten so emo on here lately. Lets blame my book, since Sal has absolutely no ties. Lucky guy.