Long haul flights. Short haul flights. Being able to sleep on flights. Being able to sleep in your own bed without tiny elbows in your ribs. A lie in where you've not got one ear open listening to the hell that is breaking loose downstairs.
Liking your partner. Having sex that's not in the slim window after the children are asleep and before you fall asleep from exhaustion because the children are going to wake up again any minute.
Your Vagina and Vulva 1.0
Being able to have a shower without sticking your head out of the door every ninety seconds because you're convinced you can hear someone crying. It's phantom.
Cinema. Theatre. Reading books, magazines. Really reading menus in restaurants, rather than juggling crayons and wet wipes and breadsticks and wondering why you're not at home dishing out fish fingers instead. Spa days.
Being able to get on a bus and sit down, maybe listen to a podcast, rather than check how many buggies are already on there and then wrestle with a buggy as the driver lurches off down the road and then answer seventy two repetitive questions, about the bus.
Nice hotels.
Your hair.
The pub.
Your cream sofa. In fact your soft furnishings in general before they all get covered in jam and ketchup. Children are so very sticky.
That's about it really.