Confession: I've been getting jealous of my single friends lately. No, not because I miss the horrendous New York City dating scene, I am more than happy to leave that to them. I have been getting jealous because of the following texts:

"I'm laying down, the Russian baths kicked my ass today."

"Just came back from a 6 hour brunch. Staying in tonight."

"I have been in bed for the majority of the day."

Listen, I know I did all of this. I didn't have a baby until I was 34, so I've seen more than my share of sunrises from Manhattan rooftops after a night out, I can't even count the number of Sundays that I moved from my bed to my couch and back to my bed, I spent hundreds upon hundreds of hours wandering the streets of New York by myself, taking myself out to dinners/lunches/breakfasts/for cupcakes/to movies/all of the above in one day! I have no regrets. But, if I'm being honest, I would say that I do miss those days sometimes. Today I went for a manicure and pedicure (after getting to Trader Joe's by 9AM and doing the week's grocery shopping). It was nice to sit there quietly reading People magazine while I had my nails primped. As my nails were drying, I stared out the window onto the East Village and Thompkins Square Park, watching the neighborhood wake up. I watched as couples ranging from married-looking to I-don't-remember-last-night-but-this-is-the-polite-thing-to-do-looking walked to brunch and in and out of coffee shops. There were lots of families, but I was focused on the people without children. What were they going to do with their day? Those people were going to wait an hour and a half for brunch, have brunch, then go to a movie, I bet. That girl next to me in the nail salon is going to meet her friend to help her pick out an outfit, then they're going to lunch. That girl is going to the gym, the grocery, then home to watch a Housewives marathon. I could see a version of myself in each one of these people. I do sometimes miss that girl. But, amazingly, just as I was thinking that, I started to miss MY girl, my daughter. I realized that we hang out like friends do. Just yesterday we got up, went shopping in Chelsea, had brunch, walked through Union Square, then hung out at home. And I had FUN. The point is, I think I'm being more nostalgic for those days gone more than I am actually longing for them. I wouldn't trade my life now for my life then, no way in hell. However, I think getting texts like the ones above while I'm cleaning the kitchen for the 3rd time in one hour will always inspire a healthy eye roll from me, in the nicest way possible, of course.