Those were the days my friend...

It's Saturday morning, 6 am, you wake up to go to the bathroom, do your business, crawl back under the covers and go back to sleep. You wake up at noon, eat some grub, maybe watch some tv, go back to sleep.  You wake up at 3 pm, take a shower, and realize that a whole day went by, you haven't done a damn thing and you still feel pretty awesome about it.  Yeah, those were the days, my friend...

As Mary Hopkin sang in her song...

Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days

Those days are gone. Fast forward to a few years and here I am with a husband, a house, and a child. My son just turned 2 and I don't know where the time went.  I went from going out with friends, hopping in the car to go to the beach, coming back from concerts at ungodly hours, eating breakfast at some diners on the way back from clubs at 6 am. Those were the days.

Now, my days consist of diapers, bottles, baby gates, baby wipes (which are great for cleaning just about everything) and toys strewn everywhere. 

My house is ruled by tiny cars, cups, books, figurines, half chewed pieces of bread, crackers, carrots and waffles, small fluffy blankets and pillows dragged everywhere, tiny shoes neatly lined up by the entrance, little socks stuck in between my laundry.  

It's a house full of noise, squeaks, and laughter.  It's loud with children's stories on TV.  It's filled with my son's babble, words being formed my his little mouth only to surprise us that he has just learned yet another word. The fast patter of little feet across the floor announces my little one's presence in just about every room at the same time.  He is amazingly fast and easily runs up and down the stairs.  

And so, no more clubs, no more concerts and late night talks with friends in bars.  No more waking up at noon. Instead, I wake up in the middle of the night to check on my baby because I hear him whimper.  My drink has been replaced with the warmth of my son's body as I rock him back to sleep at 3 am.  My cute outfit has been shoved far into the back of the closet.  And I sure don't get to wake up at noon.  My Saturday morning's alarm clock is the sweetest sound of my son calling "MOMMYYYY" from his crib at 5 am.  He's ready to play.  I get up half awake but it only lasts a minute before I open the door to his room and find him beaming with happiness that I finally came.  He wants to play pee-ka-boo and I happily comply. I don't need clubs and concerts.  My life is full of excitement and silliness just as it is.  My little guy does a great job of entertaining me and my husband for hours. He makes us run after him all day long, we get on the floor with him and roll around in the grass in our back yard.  

Instead of movies, we religiously watch Caillou because that's my sons' favorite show.  I eat my son's left overs and my dinner is never warm.  I drink way too much coffee. I've gone to work with poop under my nails from a diaper change that morning. And I LOVE it. I love every minute of it and can't wait to get home every single day. 

Clubs, movies, bars, concerts.... those were the days my friend.  But this is now and I wouldn't change it for the world.