- Getting dressed in the morning just means changing out of your pajamas and putting on yoga pants.
- You base your hairstyle on how long it will take to do in the morning and if you can still pull it back into a pony tail.
- The words 'Friday' and 'Weekend' are meaningless.
- You dread the idea of your husband coming home early and seeing what the house (and you) actually looks like 95% of the day.
- Going grocery shopping without kids is like a 10 year old going to Disneyland without parents.
- You finally get a date night but halfway through dinner you both decide to skip the movie because you miss your kids.
- You love coffee in the morning... when the reality is 90% of the time you take a few sips, lose your cup, have to reheat is 4 times and then forget its in the microwave until you find it the next day.
- You love Target.
These are just a few things I have thought of over the last few weeks. Some of them made me laugh... some of them made me think I need to get out more (see #6. Fail). Now having two kids at home (a newborn and one heading full force into the terrific twos) the idea of going back to work and dropping them off at daycare every day for 10 hours or more sounds more appealing then ever. But while it might not sound like 'work' (please try it for a week before making that comment) and the pay is in tantrums and poopy diapers... I can't picture myself doing anything else. The fun times outweigh everything else and I couldn't imagine letting someone else steal a single one of my kids kisses and smiles.
There are days that I feel like my purpose in life is to fold laundry and empty the dishwasher. But then I remind myself that those are just a few of the daunting tasks my job title requires of me. The majority of my time is spent with my boys... playing outside, running around out of town, visiting the zoo with friends.
And just because I am wearing yoga pants while doing all of the above doesn't make it any less rewarding.
