If I think back to “Life Before Children” it feels like one of those movie montages where there was a lot of late nights frolicking with friends and smoking stuff out of apples and jumping
possibly bare-butted into the ocean, Robb and I doing 12 mile training runs together and then stopping for burritos and beer in the middle of the day, impromptu camping and climbing trips to the mountains above Ojai, sleeping late on the weekends and then also taking a nap in the middle of the day, hours of time and energy spent making sure our dog was the happiest dog on the planet, all accompanied by a super small purse. It feels like an entire lifetime ago.
I couldn’t have conceptualized how much change would occur with the addition of two small, hungry, irrational human beings to the mix of our life. We still frolic with our friends, but when 9 o’clock happens, small children start to spontaneously combust. We still run, but it’s more like a relay race where instead of handing off a baton-we hand off kid duty. We still sleep late on the weekends but only if one of us is feeling particularly kind or it’s our birthday. We could camp but we live in the mountains so that has lost some of its appeal. And our dog is old and my purse is the size of a smallish water buffalo.
I also couldn’t have imagined the phrases that would come out of my mouth after having children;
Is that kitty litter in your mouth?!
Oh wow-I guess you ate a lot of raisins yesterday!
What do you mean, you can only dance with your clothes off?
What do you mean, your jeans are hurting you?
If you wrap that around your wrist, your hand is going to fall off and then you won’t have a hand anymore.
Life Before Kids, things were easier and more spontaneous and frolicky-er and I had 5,000 more hours of sleep, more money, less gray hair, but also less of this;
C’mere snuggle butt.
I love you to the moon and stars and all around the universe.
You are the best brother in the world.
You are such a sweet girl.
That is the most amazing drawing on the planet!
You give the best hugs.
Sleepy tighty Mr. Mighty.
You make me so happy, I am so glad you are here, I am so glad you are mine.