I remember a time when I did fun things Friday, Saturday and Sunday. There were single girl things like brunch with friends. There were couple things like hot dates dining al fresco. There were city things like mustache parties and jazz concerts on The Mall. Now my weekends are consumed with baby and family things like running errands and planning play dates. They make me so happy I feel compelled to go into every little detail with poor, unsuspecting blog readers.
So, I’m not exactly the carefree city girl that I pretend I used to be. Now, I clap when I see a baby burp, even if he’s not my own. Now, I rush out of work early not to go to a happy hour, but to pick up Bennett early or take a baby-free trip to Target. Now, I get a sense of accomplishment over putting the laundry away. That city girl and this suburban mom both live for the weekends, just for different reasons. And that’s ok with me, I just hope it’s ok with you, because this is as good as it gets.