I remember when Friday nights were “date night”. Doug and I would come home from our respective jobs, change into our “weekend clothes” and go out to dinner. Date night now involves trying to find someone to watch our four kids and then lamenting how much dinner and a babysitter cost these days;
I remember when I had “weekend clothes”;
I remember when I slept past 6 am;
I remember when I didn’t have a cell phone or Twitter or this blog or Facebook or even the internet;
I remember when I could talk on the phone for hours with friends without interruptions;
I remember when my kids were born and how amazed I was that “I” created such gorgeous babies;
I remember when my grocery bill was under $100;
I remember life before diapers;
I remember telling Doug I wanted four kids;
I remember having a cleaning schedule for my apartments and how neat and orderly I used to be;
I remember being able to spell words to Doug that I didn’t want the kids to know;
I remember being able to listen to my alternative rock music in the car because no one listened to the music;
I remember owning more than one pair of shoes;
I remember our first apartment, our first house, our second house, our final house;
I remember weekends without softball or hockey, nights without piano music from my 9 year old filling the house and days without kids drawing on my walls with pencil.
I remember it all. And while there are so many things I miss, I wouldn’t trade anything for the life I have with my husband and kids.