This week, being a mom means that while dealing with temper tantrums, coughing fits and deadlines, I have not had time to pay proper attention to this blog. So, for your reading pleasure, I give you…
Being a mom means greeting the news that your baby seems interested in toilet training with as much enthusiasm as you would a free trip to the Caribbean.
Being a mom means disappearing on a Friday evening “to get milk,” and escaping to Target for a blissful hour or two.
Being a mom means gaining rock hard biceps without ever making a trip to the gym.
Being a mom means being saddled with a squishy belly that no amount of crunches seems to touch.
Being a mom means dreaming of a two hour nap with the same longing you once reserved for expensive heels and designer duds.
Being a mom means realizing you’ve gone two months without dying your hair…
And deciding it can wait a little longer.
Being a mom means mourning your pre-pregnancy body – but never giving up hope that you can get back there.
Being a mom means knowing you are unconditionally loved…
And that someday, you’ll be hated with the same passion (at least upon occasion).
Being a mom means being jealous of your friends’ stories of drunken debauchery.
Being a mom means you’d much rather curl up with your husband on the couch than hit the bar.
Being a mom means you finally feel like an adult.
But being a mom also means you often wish your mom was there to tell you what to do.
Being a mom is fantastic, exhilarating, exhausting and bewildering.
Being a mom means something different every day.
What does being a mom mean to you?