Being a mom is So. Much. Fun.

Over the weekend a Facebook friend had this as her status:

"While sitting in Tres Hermanas this afternoon (with our pitcher(S) of margaritas) & saw so many parents schlep in their children with car seats/strollers/etc to the restaurant/bar scavenging for enough room to sit- made me realize I am SOOOO not ready for that yet, or ever. No disrespect, but it was 4:30pm &
I loved the fact my peeps &
I were getting wasty pants w/o any responsibility...loving life!"

And I love this Facebook friend a ton, she's a beautiful person and I enjoy seeing her updates on my news feed, but I wanted to hate her for this one...and say something like excuse me, but schlepping around kids, and strollers, and carseats, and this whole parenting/having responsibility thing is JUST as fun as getting wasty pants on pitchers of margaritas! Thank you very much!

But instead, my first thought was, yep, she's pretty much right. When you're a mom, there is no more getting wasty pants without any responsibility. Live it up girl.

Because when someone says "let's get wasty pants!" I hear "let's wake up the next morning feeling like crap" and when that baby wakes up in the wee hours of the morning, or you wake up to that creepy feeling like someone is staring at you, because well, that is indeed what your 3 year old is doing, right in your face, at 6am, telling you they want a bowl of Cheerios RIGHT NOW, you forget about all the fun you had being wasty pants the night before. Getting wasty pants sounds like hell. And with that perspective, well, I guess schlepping around kids and all their crap for a quick bite to eat (because you will be rushing through your meal before the baby starts crying) actually does sound just as fun MORE fun than getting wasty pants.

You see, being a mom will never be easy, or anything like getting wasty pants on pitchers of margaritas with all your peeps at 4:30 in the afternoon without a care in the world. Ever. Period. But is being a mom fun? Hells yes.

I mean, what could be more fun than this?

That would be a picture of me at 3:30am this morning, after nursing Ivy, and burping her, and then her re-enacting a scene from The Exorcist...

OK, so that was not so fun...just like schlepping around kids and all their crap around in public isn't much fun either. I admit it. But ask any mama anywhere, would you trade that baby, those kids, and this whole parenting/responsibility thing for a care-free life of getting wasty pants instead? Their answer: nope.

And they are telling the truth. And unless you are a parent, you just don't get it.

When you become a mom, you get a whole new perspective on life. Everything is redefined. Things that had meaning to you before, now they are meaningless. And  things you didn't ever think about before, now those things consume your world. Your purpose changes. The way you think changes. Your source of happiness changes. Your source of fulfillment changes.Your idea of fun changes. You never again will think that getting wasty pants is better, or ever was better, than growing, loving, and nurturing that little human you created. Even if they do wake you up at 3:30am demanding your boob, and then puke all over you everything they just spent the last 15 minutes sucking out of you...

I wouldn't trade it for the world. No joke.

But let me just say, a margarita does sound pretty good right now...One glass. Followed by lots of water. And a 9pm bedtime. Mmmmmm ;)