Free Time. Oh I've missed you

Since having a kid, I get little to no free time. Except for times like right now when he's snoozing in his rocker. #dadprobs.
It's hard not to be somewhat resentful at the fact that I can't do anything for myself these days. For instance, I've been trying to start writing another book. But to actually get a few hours to do it doesn't exactly come easy. Last year, I tried to learn how to play the guitar. I've gotten decent, but I haven't picked it up in almost 2 months. Time with friends is out the window. Mostly because my friends are so random, just getting together for a beer and some shenanigans is no longer a monthly occurrence. Photography used to be one of my greatest pleasures. But I can't exactly go wandering the streets on a photog walk at random anymore.
People keep telling me it will get easier. I hope so. I feel like I've stopped growing as a human. I used to take great enjoyment in trying and experiencing new things. Now, my new things are seen through the eyes of my son. This post wasn't meant to sound selfish, though I feel like I'm feeling a little bit of that these days.
But I do pride myself on my ability to change, swaddle and repeat without fail these days. Will I one day become the Adam Breverman of Minneapolis? Possibly, though I fancy myself a little more of a Phil Dunphy.