Me, drinking

One of the reasons that we moved back down to Florida was to be near my parents. Preganant with our first child, and desperately missing my single life already, I envisioned a wonderful life as a stay at home mom during the week and dropping of Bundle of Joy #1 at Grandmas for the weekend. See? I thought to myself. Having a baby wouldn't change my life completly...
Oh, to be so blissfully ignorant again.
Little did I know that once said baby was born, that I would never want to part with him. Even for a day. (Of course now with baby #2 here, I'd pretty much let a stranger watch them at this point!)
Or that I would decide to breastfeed for year...and that he would start refusing a bottle all together at around four months. And once he started using a sippy cup, that a night out with gals would turn into a math session..."alright so I had four cocktails, so that means I can't breastfeed for .....hours."
Hangovers suck when you are young and single.
But they almost seem like a vacation compared to one with children.
No sleeping until two in the afternoon. Try 7am, to the wake up call of "UP MOMMY!"
You think throwing up sucked back in the day? Try having to alternate that with 'pumping and dumping'. This reason alone is enough to make me stay at home. Well, almost.
Drinking and driving was scary then because you worried about a DUI. Now you worry that you wouldn't be there for your kids.
This weekend I am leav'n the kids here with the BD (that in itself tickles me pink. I'd really love to see how he feels after a day or two all by himself with the kids. Nonstop. No mommy) and heading out for a girly weekend.
Never have I had a job that was so tiring, so demanding, so rewarding, yet so freak'n aggravating....never had I deserved a cocktail so much....
and yet it's just not the same.
It's harder...but better.

Things that I am grateful for today: the kids taking a two hour nap, the beautiful weather, reading a good book