Life Before and After Kids

We all had a life before our little parasites came along to suck every ounce of energy from our marrow. Our life was our own to do as we pleased. Beyond the scope of normal life responsibilities – work, bills, and doing whatever the hell we wanted – we were pretty free. Normal things were normal. Simply using the bathroom wasn’t even a thought. We just did our business and washed our hands. But life has changed drastically since those days. *If you don’t have kids, let this be your warning.*

Going out the door. You put on your shoes, your coat, then left. What’s there to think about?

You holler to the kids that you’re leaving. NOW! Get your coat on, get your shoes on. Find one kid’s shoes, find the other kid’s coat. Argue that it’s cold outside and they need to wear winter coats, not spring coats. Wait while someone runs to the bathroom to pee. Wait while one of them tries to zip their coat by themselves. God forbid you speed them up by trying to help. They’d just as soon throw you in the Sarlacc pit than get help.


Going out to eat at a restaurant simply involved choosing where to eat and then going there.

Screw that. Don’t take the heathens out in public if you don’t have to. Hit up the drive through and bring that shit home. And if you decide to brave it and actually go in to a place to eat, you have to make sure it’s child friendly, because you’re kid is so damn picky they won’t eat a hot dog with lines on it.


These lines are sure sign of poison.

Your house was clean.

It looks like Hurricane had a party and invited Earthquake and Tornado to your house and it’ll take a national relief effort to put it all back in order. Toys, clothes, food, spilled something or other, and some kind of blue sticky stuff on the wall are your new decor. You might be worried that TLC will stop by to film the next episode of Hoarders – Buried Alive (By Kids).


Why is that TV tray still standing?

Awake at whatever time o’clock you damn well pleased.

Awake at 1 am because your kid kicked the covers off and is now cold. Up at 2:30 because your kid woke up for no apparent reason and wants you. Up again at 4 because their diaper/pull-up/underwear leaked. It’s okay, though, you’ve mastered changing the sheets in the dark. Up for good at 6 am because the monster is hungry for breakfast. And without breakfast they turn into the Rancor.


Nothing is broken. Everything works.

Everything is broken. Nothing works. There’s no explanation other than “the force is strong with this one”. Like a well placed proton torpedo, things seem to fall apart all around your kids. Don’t bother getting nice things because it’ll just end up at the curb for the garbage men anyway. Shop at the dollar store.

Enjoy an alcoholic beverage with friends any day of the week.

Like hell. See any of the above for reasons you won’t be doing this any more. You’re wiped from trying to get the kids out the door. You’re ready for bed after the fiasco of trying to take your kids out to eat. Getting up at a million times through the night is impossible when inebriated/hungover. You’re too busy with relief efforts after Hurricane, Earthquake, and Tornado are done playing for the day.

LBF (Life Before Kids) was an ignorant bliss. Sure we were happy. But the joy these part harbingers of hell and part angels of heaven have brought to our lives is immeasurable. Our houses aren’t clean, they’re lived in. Our lives are no long our own. But we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Most of the time.


67 thoughts on “Life Before and After Kids

  1. Hey, *I* won’t eat a hot dog with lines, either. Don’t be hating!

    Loved this list! I love the kids, but I miss the days when I could take a bath without being interrupted. Now it’s either “hey, want me to read to you, Mom” from LM or “I bath” from Baby Girl.

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  2. so funny! “Screw that. Don’t take the heathens out in public if you don’t have to.” hehehe! Although I have to say even without kids I fit into the “After” part of most of your descriptions. Maybe I have a secret kid I never knew about… hmm… that would explain so much…

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  3. Oh, how I feel your pain. But you forgot to add traveling only during Fall Break, Spring Break (with every other person on the planet who has a child), or during the Summer instead of whenever the hell you feel the need to take a break. The quick trip into Walmart or Target to pick up an item or two that has now become a constant battle to not have to buy a crappy toy that’ll be broken or laying out in the yard within about an hour of getting it home. Oh, and the funk of a smell that emanates from somewhere deep in the bowels of your vehicle when you used to great pride in how spotless it was. And going for something in the pantry that you specifically bought for yourself yet only finding an empty box in its place. And….hell, I could go on and on. But, I can’t imagine my life without them. My monkeys are crazy and wild and all boys, but they’re my monkeys. And I love these three monkeys more than life itself. And, yes, to anyone thinking about having a child, caveat emptor! 🙂


  4. This is so perfect! I have four kids, the first three were each only a year apart…. they are all grown now and have kids of their own and I get to watch! Yes, raising kids is the hardest but most rewarding job you will ever do but treasure these years of little ones, they grow up so fast! Great writing, I look forward to reading more of your work! Michelle


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  7. I haven’t watched TV in 22 months. That’s almost two years. Two years! Who has the time? Or the energy? Or the wherewithal? I’d just rather curl up and sleep. Oh wait, that can’t happen either. Kiddo needs to use my stomach as a trampoline.

    Loved your post. Made me so wistful… But then I looked into Kiddo’s big brown eyes and angelic smile…and decided it’s a worthy trade off 🙂

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    • As frustrating as they can be, they’re worth every grey hair they cause. Weird how they can be the source of all our headaches, but at the same time be the source of all our joys. Thanks for visiting!


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    • Thank you for stopping by to read and thank you for the kind words. I’m glad you liked it. Kids are equal parts amazing and frustration with a dash of confusing. It keeps the parenting part interesting 🙂


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    Here is “Set Back Saturday”… One of my favorite posts that I have written Since I started blogging. Life before we had kids was significantly different than it is today. Not necessarily for better or worse. Just different.


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