I love being a mom. I love being married. Very rarely do I get nostalgic about my single days, and even when I do it usually involves remembering little things. How I used to be able to get in and out of the car in 10 seconds, rather than 10 minutes. Leaving the house without a stain on at least one article of clothing. Deciding to go see a movie, and just... going to see a movie. Laying down to go to sleep and not having to remove the toy that just jammed into my head. You know, the little things.
I don't sit around dreaming about the days of getting all dressed up to attend an extravagant function with a room full of sophisticated adults, talking about politics and current events. Oh wait, I didn't do that when I was single either.
Jim and I used to go out on Friday nights, but it was never extravagant. Usually just dinner and a movie. I knew my life would change when I had a child, but I didn't picture myself impulsively deciding on a Friday night that I must wildly clean the entire first floor bathroom, because the faint smell of pee (my 3 year old is now standing up to pee on the regular toilet) from when my little sweetheart missed "just a little" AGAIN suddenly makes me convinced I am going to completely 100 percent lose my mind.
I'm just saying, a teeny tiny bit more glamour and sophistication wouldn't be so bad. Oh, who am I kidding? If Jim and I got dressed up to go to a sophisticated event, I would probably spend the majority of my time moaning about the injustice of trying to cram my ridiculously long legs into pantyhose, mistakenly calling Jim "Daddy", and suddenly and without warning screaching "DO YOU SMELL PEE??!!?"