I miss my old life

Giving birth to Ryan and spending that last 5 months at home with him was the best time ever.  It was enough time I could actually pretend I like I didn't have to work.  There are so many things I miss about being home, about my old life...

I miss staying in my jammies until noon.  Or lets face it all day if I wanted to.
I miss nursing Ryan to sleep and letting him sleep in my lap.  Or moving him so I could lay next to him.
I miss taking walks everyday and watching Ryan just stare at my until he fell asleep.
I miss picking Emmy up early from school, even if most days so was pissed that I interrupted her outside play time.
I even miss the sound of the blow dryer.
I miss picking up the house, doing dishes and the laundry. I especially miss these chores when I carried Ryan around in his carrier while I did them.
I miss saying hello to our super nice mailman everyday.
I miss feeling Ryan stare at me when I was doing the dishes or cooking.
I miss watching my new favorite channel - HGTV.  I am still convinced we can buy a fixer uper and remodel it ourselves.
I miss dancing around the house with Ryan listening to Pandora.
I miss being able to volunteer for Emmy's schools field trips.
I miss talking to my family during the day.  Now our conversations are 5-10 minutes long as I drive to or from work.
I miss eating toast and peanut butter everyday for lunch.
I miss running errands with Ryan and wondering around Clairemont Square.
I miss not having to dread going to work the next day, especially when I am up all night and Sundays.
I really just miss being at home.