Life Circa BC (Before Children)

I remember a time when weekends brought nothing but long lazy mornings, rich full coffee, light easy errands and great late night dinners.  We were spontaneous, care free and fun to hang out with.  Yes, my friends, it is a period in my life you will often see me refer to as BC (before children).

These days, weekends are an entirely different animal. Now weekends mean driving to and from the PAL fields at least 4 times in two days.  If we can swing that stop into Home Depot during one of those trips to the fields, we feel like we just won the lottery.  Weekends now mean seriously considering the possibility of cloning, because there is no way that one of us can be at ballet rehearsals and at the virus incubator (aka... birthday party) at the same time.   Weekends now mean calling every person we haven't bothered in a while to sit with the children so that my husband and I can grab dinner at the Americana.  We don't care that the place is loud or the wait to be seated is long.  Those screaming children for once are not ours and the food is great.  Weekends are over-scheduled, exhausting and just plain insane.

And yet, I wouldn't prefer it any other way.  To see my children score a goal, laugh with friends at birthday parties or master a piece in the ballet number is so satisfying in a way I can only describe as blissful.  From the moment I held each of my children in my arms, I knew life would never be the same and that nothing is constant.  So in honor of Mother's Day, I thank my mother for giving me life and passing down her type A personality to me, I thank my husband for not banning me from filling out one more registration forms and I thank my children for making my life so much better than anything that was life in BC.