My Facebook feed is full of your New Year’s Eve photos. You all look fabulous. Clearly, you spent a lot of time on your hair and a lot of money on your outfit. You must have had great fun dancing and staying up very very late.
Frankly, looking at all these photos is exhausting. All I can think of is how much your shoes must have hurt and how tired you probably felt the next day.
There once was a time when I was one of those smiling faces with eyeliner and a short skirt, but not anymore. Now I’m a mom. If you gave me a VIP ticket to a party in the city and a free baby sitter I still wouldn’t go because it would take too much time to find a dress. And I need to color my hair.
I went to bed while you were still dancing. I didn’t see the ball drop. And I woke up on New Year’s Day not to a pounding headache, but to my baby pounding on her crib yelling “Mama, Mameeee.”