Posts Tagged ‘mom stuff’

I find it hard to believe that I used to be a human being (i.e. not  a mom). I barely remember the ‘before time’ when my boobs were still were they belonged and my day started didn’t really start until after noon. Back in the land of languorous meals and tight jeans, late nights and binge drinking. Back when responsibility was making sure you never left your solo cup unattended in a crowd of strangers. Using a bathroom was something you never even gave a second thought to, and eating a candy bar on the couch was a viable option.

I KNOW it all wasn’t some crazy dream but it seems like so long ago…..

..Now I have carpool and sticky fingers, spit up stains and yoga pants. Mastitis, bronchitis, goldfish crackers and apple juice picnics in the living room on a rainy day. There’s finger painting. There’s chaos. There’s a permanent bathroom chaperone that reminds me to ‘flush, wash and be on my way’ repeatedly.  The only late nights are the ones filled with feverish snuggles, runny noses and sore throats. My drinks no longer need protected, they all have lids. Responsibility means molding tiny human beings into productive members of society. Love is abundant, as are tears, snotty noses, and squished fingers. Yes, my world has changed quite a bit in the past six years.

I wouldn’t change it for all of the  candy bars in the world.

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