Freedom.
Being able to go the shop and not think about who I'm taking, the ridiculously packed nappy bag with the hundred "what if" items.
Being able to say yes to a night out without ok-ing it with DH, or getting baby sitters.
The getting ready to go out without having to get a baby fed/bathed/ready for bed before you can even start. Putting on make up without a child on my knee.
Going the toilet without an audience.
Having a bath without the army climbing in to join me.
Going to work without having to answer the phone to nursery three times to tell me DS has ruined his top, DS has bumped his head, can I bring some more pants when I pick DS up as he's had two accidents.
I love my children to bits, but I miss my freedom so much.
I know my husband will argue with me over this, but I feel like it's changed my life so much more than his