Remember the days before you had kids? You would come home from work, change clothes and hit the gym. Or, maybe you got a run in earlier that morning, so you indulged in a little happy hour after work with your friends. Then, you just came home, had a snack or watched TV. The most important thing you had to remember was to set your alarm or pick-up the dry cleaning.
I distinctly remember the moment in time when I realized that my daily priorities had changed forever. My Biz e-Baby1 was about three months old and I was drying her off after a bath. I was still in my pressed slacks and white oxford that I had worn to work. The shirt had milk stains and blood on it from my nursing bra that I would probably never get out. I was kneeling on the tile floor in my dry-clean only pants next to some yellowish green poop and a totally destroyed white onesie. My kid had just had a major blow-out. (For all the non-moms reading this, that is not like a Brazilian straightening hair treatment.)
And, that was it. That was the moment. From that point forward, I realized that no longer would I be toning my thighs on the elliptical after work, nor would I be changing into my comfy clothes and veggin out on the couch with my night all to myself. Since then, I have been kind of tired.
But, it was ok, because the beautiful, innocent blue eyes that stared back at me made it worthwhile. (And, I joined the YMCA with a childcare center.)