I remember looking out the window at a beautiful sunset and wanting to cry because the darkness of the night brought on the witching hour(s) and everything that went with that. Now my youngest is 3.5 and kicking my ass with toddler problems.
I do it now, not when they were newborns. but my dream is simple... me, my first dog, my first grown up apartment (it was still a shithole, but a little better than college shithole), a bunch of smokes, some bad tv all weekend, chip and dip....