When it's Saturday night and you're knee deep in diapers, spit up, toys and your husband is watching the game and you're trying to mentally transport back to dance clubs, girls night out and hot dates. I am 100% jealous. Ok, maybe not all the time but a solid 50% at the LEAST. Because from my point of view, it's Saturday night and I'm home alone watching reruns of Law and Order (of the SVU kind because we all know that it's really the only good Law and Order there is). So yeah you've been changing diapers all day but I would love to be putting my little one to sleep and curling up next to my hubby. There are a lot of things that I hear mommies would trade their single friends for, but baby we would trade you right back.
To be out of the dating pool.
To have someone to come home too.
To have that little person who at the end of a day cranky or not falls asleep and you can't help but melt because they're yours always and forever.
Those are only the top three. But holy moly there are days where I am so jealous that your kid is throwing a fit, that you have applesauce dried onto your shirt and that your husband was such a butt last night. Yeah even that last part.
