Virus Ridden and Missing NY

we are a virus ridden household. The Boy is off work sick and all Baby A wants to do is sleep. Baby B, the culprit for bringing the dreaded virus into the house, is happy as Larry. I am either trying to fight it off or it's just starting. Either way, the washing up bowls either side of our bed is not s cool look.

I'm trying to rest and recuperate whilst the boys nap. Instead, I keep thinking about New York. I'm homesick for a place that was my home for just three years. Faces keep popping into my head. People I spent much time with. I feel like I'm a bad friend and need to write to them all. Tell them i miss them and tell them there's a hole in my life without them.

I'm missing the sounds, the people I'd say hi to - the Mexican at the bodega who called me baby - the library, cruising around Babies R Us. And once the boys were asleep (for those few precious hours before they'd wake again), running out the door for maybe half an hour but doing something different; so easily. SE4 is trapping me. I don't feel like I have the separation between me and me plus babies.

I took the boys to a playgroup the other day and then the following day I went alone to an Insanity exercise group, which was held in the same church hall. I held a plank, got up and brushed the glitter off my body. The boys are with me all the time(OK, not literally.)

I know I'm remembering New York fondly because of all the fun we had as a couple, mainly. But whilst living in a one-bed apartment was hard with the kids, and the costs of childcare is prohibitive, and there are very few cheap classes and things to take the boys to, it is a place that is easier to be a parent and an adult. Grown up world is just downstairs once the babies are asleep.

I miss you, NY.