I've been doing a lot of reading here but not a lot of posting. I finally have time. I'm sure I'm going to leave some stuff out. . but I'll answer what I can based on memory
Rach, what concert? There was a concert I really wanted to go to but I accidentally scheduled E's party for the same night. Oops. But I hear ya on the earplugs issue! (no pun intended)
Doularn, funny how they market yoga as this relaxing thing. Yeah, I was in pain after doing it too. I actually haven't been back, although I did think it was fun. I hope L starts feeling better. I was thinking about pg tomorrow, but I am having lunch with a friend instead, so maybe next time.
Emans, that's too funny about the water and sand! At this point, E doesn't mind playing in the sand box or water table, which is actually a pretty big deal considering she used to freak out if her hands were messy. My kid was the one that refused to fingerpaint when all the other kids were doing it happily. But she's still not happy with her feet getting messy. She wears socks with her Crocs because she doesn't want sand or grass coming in through the holes. And yesterday she freaked out when some water from the water table spilled on her feet (actually, N dumped it on her! LOL). Wet, sandy feet are torture for her.
And I wanted to comment on the "losing yourself" theme. I can't say I ever was totally cool, but I was still cooler than I am now. I struggle with what it is I'm doing (or rather, what I want to be doing) and it hasn't gotten easier since I quit my job. I go back and forth on wanting to be a SAHM and a WOHM. . .when in reality what I think I want is both simultaneously. My biggest thing is realizing more what I want to do (med school) would have been sooo much easier years ago. I want it too badly to give up, but I look at my childless peers who can study for 8 hrs every day and I realize that could have been me 10 years ago. In some ways I regret not doing all that first because it's hella hard now. But in other ways, I'm thrilled that I have my family already because they are my rock. Ultimately I know that the grass is always greener and you can't have it all. All I can do is the best I can do. It doesn't mean I still don't dream of sometimes staying out with friends all night, going to different clubs, and picking up cute guys. And them sometimes I remember the reality and frustration and hangovers and am so much happier that it's all behind me.