This proceeds for a few years.
And then...you meet "someone". You make some promises. You buy a dress. You make some vows. You get knocked up. The decision to become a stay-at-home parent and raise your own kids with your family's values seems like the best decision in the world. Since you can afford to do this, you do it.
And then things change.
That well-fitted business attire turns to paint-splattered cargo pants, Birkenstocks and a stretchy T claiming Blondes Make Better Lovers. The nicely coiffed hair? Well, yes, I did brush it today. And makeup...huh?
And then there is the change in your speech. Instead of discussing muscle pathology, Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs or the weather patterns in, say, Bermuda, your lexicon becomes a veritable unwritten language. Fifteen years ago when I was studying public relations by day and attending fraternity parties by night I hadn't the foggiest idea that these words would someday pass my lips. For example...
"Thank you, honey, but I can wipe my own bottom."
"Hands on your belly." (Any parent who uses public bathrooms with a curious toddler knows this one.)
"Don't squish your ears like that...Because they'll stay that way."
"Back away from the potty."
"Because isn't a reason."
"I told you I am NOT OK with you whacking my bottom."
And wait for it....
"Because I'm the mommy. When you're a mommy then you can be in charge."
Or the charming alternate..."Because I said so."
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