I always tell my 20-something co-workers, if they prefer to spend free time in the bars or live life outside of work with no schedule DON’T HAVE KIDS. You’re not ready. Granted accidents happen, and people have kids long before they intended… but if you plan your children’s arrival, as I did, it helps to accept the fact that your new normal will not include the lifestyle you may have once embraced. I used to love hitting the dance floors at all hours. Never been a drinker, but my interest in spending time on the singles scene was always there. I hated the smoke long before the bans existed, yet a chance to hang out until the bar closed followed by a trip to Denny’s was a welcome one. I can picture myself in a tummy-baring top (you know, when my stomach was flat and the belly button hadn’t been stretched out like silly putty) rushing to the floor when some hard-driving beat blared from the speakers. Never shy about being the first one out there, I am fortunate my husband likes to dance and has incredible rhythm. And though I used to think marrying a man who could groove with me in the club was important, now I know that matters little compared with being with one who’s a good father. We may rarely get to go out these days, but there is usually no place I’d rather be than at home with Dave and our kids. My party days are over and I don’t miss them when exchanged for my new reality.
Covenant RIPT, Week 3: 30-minutes of upper body weights and abs last night. Another hour-long RIPT class tonight. Dave said he can’t believe how well I’m staying on my diet. I can’t either!
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 18
This post was written by Tara on January 29, 2010