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I don’t remember many aspects of life without my kids, to be quite honest. But I know I thought I was so crunched for time, I’d never get things done and I had no time to rest.
If I had a flux capacitor, I’d go back to 2001 and risk collapsing the space-time continuum by smacking Past Me in the face and then laughing hysterically at his thought.
Kids consume every minute of your life — literally. Even when you sleep, they often usurp any slumber space you might have on the bed, forcing you to wake up with daily aches in the neck and a shoulder that feels perpetually asleep.
Children demand your everything. And you, of course, are happy to give it.
But when you don’t have to do so, at least for a few hours ... well, that’s a strange feeling.
After some television time and a snack, I was at a loss for what to do next.
Should I play a video game? Well, I shouldn’t, seeing as there’s that pile of the kids’ laundry in the basement still to fold.
Go to the gym? Maybe for a bit, but you can get a lot of writing done with a quiet house.
Call up a friend for lunch? I dunno. I mean, there’s a lot of cleaning left to do.
Hmm. It appears I am unable to go back in time. Even with the sort of freedom I haven’t had in half a decade, I am unable to revert to my pre-fatherhood lifestyle.
Does this mean ...
Yep. I am a full-fledged, card-carrying adult.
This does have its advantages (read: I can spoil my dinner any time I please). But those care-free days have expired, and I literally have been unable to return to them even with the chance to do so.