Hot date

Last night Carly and I went out. Clubbing? Bar hopping? Nope, bargain shopping! We loaded into her new mini van and headed to grab a coffee and hit a children's consignment sale. We talked of mortgages, the economic crisis, why we hate Obama. We talked of growing kids, silly husbands and the fact that we cannot find a pair of jeans that fit right. She admitted to listening to talk radio, and liking it. I agreed with her. We laughed at the thought that Bernacke thinks we'll be out of this recession by next year. As we shopped intently for bargains, not wanting to pay more than something was worth, it dawned on us that we are old! What on earth happened to us? Seems like just yesterday we were telling fibs to our parents about where we were going and getting into all sorts of trouble. I remember thinking those cars that make all that noise at intersections were cool. Now I'm afraid they'll wake my baby. Kids with saggy pants make me want to scream. We go out now and discuss the economy and tips for saving money. I have become something I never thought I would be. A PARENT. Freaky. I am in love with Carly's mini van, and am seriously thinking I need one (so much space, so much storage, so easy to hoss babies into!) Wow. Never saw that coming! As we shopped for various kid items, without a pair of shoes or cute purse in sight, it really started to sink in that old, selfish Sarah is on the back burner now, and new mom Sarah is here to stay. And while I'll miss her, with her matching shoes for any outfit and perfectly curled hair, this new Sarah, without makeup and hair in a pony (Gideon likes to pull it) is pretty darn neat too. I can catch a falling pacifier at 60 paces and spot spit up coming a mile away. I can also make pig noises and silly faces in public without even thinking about anyone's perception of me. I can make tears disappear with one look, and am someone's entire world. I am mom. Hear me roar!

Although a pair of jeans that fit would be really nice!