When the music goes away...

One of the pitfalls of having children I guess is your life becomes all about them, their needs/wants etc and their music. For the past few years it's been all about The Wiggles, Hi-5, and Incy Wincy bloody spider. I'm a really musically minded person, the in-brain radio is always playing, sometimes easy listening, sometimes nostalgia, sometimes you really don't want to know. But it all suits a mood. A place. A time. A feeling. Childrens music has this tendency to just kill that.
For ages I noticed a shift in my mood. Nothing that you would call hormonal, ok, maybe so, but something that wasn't quite right. I've always loved music, played the piano when I was younger until the doctor said to stop or it was surgery for my poor hands, had headphones when I was at work, always was humming or singing something. But with the introduction of children, the music, my music, went away. It was like the pause button got pressed. A bit like my life really, career, books to be read, gardens to be grown, friends to catch up with, all was put on hold. And it's only just recently, very slowly being righted.
The girls are growing up, my gardens are coming back, and I've almost found my music. I've a long way to go, but there isn't that funny discord with the world. Never mind the fact that bloody channel 7 isn't working and I can't watch Packed to the Rafters, I've got the next best thing, an extensive mp3 library, both children asleep and the rest of the house to myself. The ol' mojo is coming back. Well, until I hear a rustle on the baby monitor that is. ;-)