I used to get manicures.
Now, I have bare nails and toes, on the reg.
I bite my daughters nails for her, though.
I used to have abs.
Now, I have stretch marks.
Seriously, I had a 6 pack.
Okay, so maybe it was a 4 pack.
I was packing.
I pack, no more.
It used to be no shirt, no shoes, no problem.
Now, it’s no makeup, no bra, no dignity.
I used to change my outfit once,
sometimes twice,
before a night out.
Now I change my outfit
because I’ve been thrown up on.
Or peed on.
Or I’m wearing PJs.
I used to talk baby talk to my dog.
Now, I make animal sounds for my baby.
I used to have no one but myself to worry about.
Now I worry about everyone’s everything
in my little family.
But I’d rather worry about everything
than have nothing
to worry about.
I used to dream about being a mommy,
and about having a baby to call my own.
Now, I dream about accidentally eating tomato soup (Too acidic! Causes reflux!) and forgetting that I have to feed the baby.
Wait,
who am I kidding? Dreaming would mean that I’d actually get to fall into a deep sleep.
I used to have the greatest memory.
Seriously,
I can still recite my lines from my first grade play.
I’d tell you what it’s like for me now,
but
I forget what I was going to say.
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