Life was quite different before children. We talked a bit about this in a recent post –  the ability to drink a hot cup of coffee seems like distant memory. We’re reflecting again on things we experienced before we became moms.

Here’s our Top 5 Moments of B.C. (Before Children)

5: Napping

Before children, I napped. I somehow found time in my 24 hours a day to take a cat nap. Why the fuck was I so tired? What was I doing that was so intense that required me to slip into a cozy position on my couch and doze off into a delightful slumber. I have no idea how, when, why I napped b.c. But let’s just say that I am a bit jealous of that pre-me that was a regular napper. As a mom, I don’t nap. I barely blink. Blinking is my new nap.

4: I stayed out until 2 a.m.

I cringe at the thought of staying out that late. I’m tired at 4 p.m. I’m tired during all the hours. I can’t wait to eat dinner, get the kids ready for bed and get myself into bed. Early. Not 10 p.m. Not Midnight. And certainly not 2 a.m. Before kids, I’d go out on the weekends and stay out until all hours of the night. I was likely to hit up a diner after the bar, and order a heaping pile of cheese fries. I still like to have fun. But I know how much of a pile of mush I can be after a “fun night”. I have to limit that now. With two kids and a puppy who starts crying at 6 a.m., I have to be like, you know, somewhat responsible.

3: My life didn’t revolve around laundry

Something happened when I had kids. The laundry fairy, (I know who you are and I’m going to find you one day and beat the shit out of you), decided that it would be fun to make washing clothes my new thing. I don’t know how or why I have boatloads of laundry on a daily or weekly basis. But my kids feel the need to change outfits 9 times a day, and then ball up that clothing and put the balls in various corners of my house. I can’t keep track of what is clean and what is dirty. What has shit stains on it and what has dried up mac and cheese? I don’t even know anymore. I’m just constantly doing laundry. Constantly.

2: I didn’t buy ugly bras

For some reason, before kids, I didn’t buy hideous bras. I bought cute ones. In various colors and fabrics, like lace and satin. Now, I buy cotton ones. In nude. Like, why? Why do children cause you to buy terrible bras? Can that be the new question of 2018? I went from a cute bra, to a nursing bra, to now owning the ugliest bra in America. Yes, I hold that title.

1: I never watched Caillou

First of all. That name. How did they select Caillou to be the kid’s name? For a while, I couldn’t spell it. So when I was doing an On Demand search for the show, I’d drive myself nuts trying to find it. So my hatred of Caillou runs deep. There’s also the overall, general annoyance that Caillou’s voice has. To date, I haven’t found a mom that loves the show. I must say, and don’t hit me, I do kind of appreciate the show. It kept my kids silent during lunch for years.  But honestly, if I have to watch “Olive Muddle” from season 5, one more time…

So you see, life was different before children. I won’t say life isn’t grand now, but boy was it different. What are your most missed b.c. moments?