<p>I do not miss carseats, strollers, and the enormous amount of stuff that accompanied our every outing. </p>
<p>I do not miss the feeling that “I’m doing it wrong” that came from reading too many books, and hearing too much advice and too many people’s opinions. We did it just fine, thank you, despite our lax potty training (non) methods, our allowing binkies, our letting little people crawl into bed with us in the middle of the night… </p>
<p>I do not miss driving a minivan.</p>
<p>Vomit.</p>
<p>Diaper blow-outs.</p>
<p>Catching colds from the kids who caught colds at school. I haven’t had a cold in years now.</p>
<p>I don’t missing having to get a sitter if H and I wanted to go out. Elementary school holiday parties. Buying school supplies (there was always one elusive item on the list). School art projects.</p>
<p>OTOH, there is a lot that I do miss!</p>
<p>I also do not miss the couple of times both boys got food poisoning (or rotavirus) within hours of one another, and my solution was to have them both sleep on towels on the bathroom floor because we couldn’t keep up with the vomit/diarrhea exploding out of both ends. Spent 24 hours just cleaning up the bathroom, cleaning up the boys, changing the towels and doing laundry.</p>
<p>What cromette said.</p>
<p>Soccer tournaments in August in 108 degree heat. Multiple games in one day and staying in flea bag motels. Staying up late to wash filthy, smelly uniforms. Subway sandwich shops. Listening to the loudmouth complaining to everyone about the unfairness of his child’s playing time issues when she is clearly the best player on the team. </p>
<p>Don’t miss any of that one little bit.</p>
<p>I don’t miss their friends I found annoying (remember those playdates that would never end?) or the parents who were worse.</p>
<p>Playdates. </p>
<p>Playdough in my carpet. </p>
<p>Lice checks. </p>
<p>Busywork homework assignments.</p>
<p>Oh… I forgot about lice. I don’t miss those AT ALL.</p>
<p>The guilt of being a working mom.</p>
<p>Struggling to get them in and out of carseats. Struggling to get them in and out of winter jackets, boots, mittens, etc.</p>
<p>Last minute trips to get school supplies for some project they failed to tell me about.</p>
<p>Cleaning up vomit (S2 never made it to the bathroom or basin)</p>
<p>Finding babysitters.</p>
<p>I’m sure I’ll think of more.</p>
<p>Having everything described X2. Twins.<br>
Don’t miss not sleeping through the night for the first 3 years. Now, I have no excuse about that in my current life. :)</p>
<p>I don’t miss the exhaustion of young,young children, the goofy grade school homework assignments, and worrying about a young driver out at night. I don’t really miss the constant running around for after school activities, but I do miss the great conversations I had with the kids “trapped” in the car. :)</p>
<p>Figuring out what to put in the goody bags for those huge birthday parties and the way the back seat of my car looked.</p>
<p>The intense pain/pleasure at witnessing your child invited (or not) to a friend’s birthday party. Constantly picking them up and feeling that spring in your lower back (until you get the much worse clip in the chin when they decide to jump when they’re right under you). The wearing boredom of watching them do a task, poorly, and throw the ball right at your eye and you’re supposed to cheer. How slowly time passes with them. How much you wish you could just lie down and close your eyes for 20 minutes.</p>
<p>Oh – and the inevitable “perky mom” who is never tired, always joyful, with full make up, mani-pedi, driving 3 kids plus 2 friends in her minivan/SUV. And she volunteers.</p>
<p>The ridiculous cost of Bionicles. The ridiculous cost of American Girl dolls. And echoing the post above, stay-at-home moms making me feel guilty for not being able to volunteer as much as they could at school/dance studios/soccer banquets.</p>
<p>Having to give a countdown to leave an event. Yet it failed to stop the whining. </p>
<p>Sibling fights </p>
<p>Ds2 was also a premmie but had to be hooked up to an apnea monitor for six months. Especially at night, we would be jolted from sleep only to find that a contact had loosened.</p>
<p>momof3, yes, twins, and the constant strategizing every moment in terms of safety and logistics. How to get into the car, the shower, the bathroom, much less accomplishing paying bills and making meals. Calling my endless list of sitters to find the childcare so I could work when the ex was out of town. </p>
<p>It does make me aware of how inefficient I am these days, as I did a LOT in my limited time.</p>
<p>I used cloth diapers and I had them down to a science that was economical and good for baby tussles. I miss the younger days so I guess I am not thinking about the negative aspects other than the vomiting from stomach viruses</p>
<p>Sticky fingers, dirty faces and strange smells coming from the room. </p>
<p>And if you count Jr High school, I don’t miss Axe Bodywash.</p>