Remember how once upon a time I talked about how unprepared I was for parenthood? Yeah… still learning that every.single.day.
But I think that now that I have a preschooler, I have been lulled into a attitude of complacency. He’s so self sufficient, going to school, using the potty… I mean, he’s like a little grown up right?? So different than when he was a baby and things were hard.
It all seems so long ago, that baby phase. Those sleepless nights, those days spent covered in baby barf and milk and mysterious stains of questionable origin. But then it just stopped. Or rather, it gradually subsided, but you were so sleep deprived that you didn’t notice that one day you were not covered in baby barf. And there was that momentous occasion when you could finally stop being covered in strange fluids and thought HOORAAY! I can finally start wearing real clothes again! I am allowed to look cute and be that uber fashionable creature I used to be! (or whatever you were pre-baby).
So slowly you started to look cute again… sneaking in a shower here and there… wearing those clothes that were finally starting to fit after months of suffering the baby muffin top. You were back!
Then a little more time passed and your angelic cherub got even older. This was the time when you could wear jewelry again, without fear of strangling your child with that awesome necklace, or having them RIIIIP those gorgeous gold hoops out of your ears. You were sparkly and fabulous again. You had a cute diaper bag that was NOT some weird shade of pastel pink or blue and maybe looked more like a Coach bag. Ooooh stylish and savvy and fabulous! Wearing sparkly pretty things that you didn’t need to worry about finding themselves in baby’s tightly clenched fists.
And then all of a sudden a time warp happens and you have a preschooler. And you feel like you can finally let your guard down. They are small people, still unreasonable and stubborn, but mine at least has stopped putting things in his mouth and giving me palpitations every time he gets within 50 feet of a penny. To be honest, he’s more interested in spending the money than he is in eating it. (Obviously my child) Grimy hands are washed now by request, before they can cover me in sticky handprints. Jewelry can be worn and is even admired by the toddler…
“Pretty ring Mama. Pretty Necklace.” Yes son, they are. Don’t touch them. AND HE LISTENS!!
Things like glasses and keys can be left out without fear for their safety or well being…
Or Not.
It would seem that while everything else I own is unexciting to the preschool mind… glasses are still high on cool list of things to wear and break.
Duly noted.
Mine, yours, upside down… whatever. I still look cool.
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Thank you to Glasses.com for sponsoring this post… especially since I will now be hitting up their site to replace my sad, broken sunglasses. And maybe even my regular glasses, because I fear my days as the naughty librarian look-alike may be over… what with a kid and all. As the sister site to 1-800Contacts, this place is both legit and necessary if you have a baby/toddler/preschooler/unruly husband.
