It’s 3am and I hear the violent scamper of my 5 year old’s feet approaching my bedside. I pick his shaking body up and carry him back to his bed, snuggling in to help him calm down. I can’t help but miss the comfort of my own sheets and pillow at this hour and it makes me think:
Before I had kids…sleep was something I took for granted. Now on the off chance I get 4 hours straight I get out of bed doing backflips feeling the most rested I have in YEARS.
Before I had kids…I used to separate my laundry into “whites” “darks” and “workout.” I hung up all of my bras and underwear to dry and always cleaned out the lint. After I had kids:
Before I had kids…I went to the movies. I’d bring a little nip in my pocket and sob when realizing Bradley Cooper really just wasn’t that into her. Now I still have the nip (JUST KIDDING) I take a little nap, then come-to when I hear 25 kids giggling at a fart noise. Thank You, Captain Underpants. LA LA LAAAAA.
Before I had kids…I’d have chats with my husband without being interrupted 5 times for a snack. Like, the chat would last A WHOLE SIX MINUTES.
Before I had kids…I’d go to the gym when it worked for me, I’d spend an hour plus doing anything I wanted, and I never peeked in the babysitting room to spy. I even stretched before and after.
Before I had kids…I never planned my day in 2 hour chunks of time, around naps, over bedtimes, and under meals.
Before I had kids…I used a mask on my face every Monday because Monday’s were my self care days and self care days were BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.
Before I had kids…my hair was used to the blow dryer. Now I can’t find my blow dryer. I’m pretty sure the last time it was used it was for a bubble experiment that didn’t end well. I get my hair cut every 6 months with a blow-out at the end. When people see me that day they clutch their hearts and say “My God, what have you done!?” I used a blow dryer, people.
Before I had kids…I used to think yours were really cute.
Before I had kids…I had the patience to listen to that story about your (insert pet here).
Before I had kids…I never rubbed hand sanitizer over my own hands covered in poop that didn’t belong to me and called them clean.
It’s 3:30am and I notice that my son has fallen back asleep but his feet are still cold. So goodbye for now masks, movies, blow dryers, gym memberships and uninterrupted sleep. I’ve got moments to hold, memories to make, and little feet to warm up.