I Want To Be A Part Of It...

Soon wifey will be in NYC. Far away from active toddlers, pregnant wives in wheelchairs and loads of laundry needing to be done.

And she really deserves it. And I really do hope she has a lovely time with her friends.

I just wish I could be a part of it.

Or, as I told wifey in the car, going home from the midsummer party at her relatives house; there you will stand. With a starbucks coffee in your hand and the wind of freedom blowing your hair.

Don't you think you're exaggerating a bit? Wifey asked. And prehaps I am. But perhaps not. Not after being pregnant/breastfeeding for almost 3 years now.

Only, I would not be holding a coffee, but rather a glass of pink champagne.