Yesterday, my husband and I celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary. It also marks a decade since we first met. We celebrated by starting my son in a new daycare and going to my daughter’s Meet and Great at her new school. We finished off the night by cleaning up the gazillion toys thrown around the family room, washing the dishes, and jointly changing one of the grossest poop diapers my son has ever created. To say that marriage has changed after children, is an understatement.
To be fair, we did go out for drinks and appetizers after my daughter’s school event. But I was too full from the giant bowl of ice cream I ate at school, to eat or drink at the restaurant. Somehow I managed to down a glass of Prosecco, but then I could feel myself getting sleepy and practically face planting on the lovely restaurant linens.read more