My laundry won't consist of grass-stained, chocolate dripped clothes.
My backyard won't be covered with balls and buckets.
My bathtub won't be filled with toys.
My living room won't need to be vacuumed twice a day.
My sleep schedule will be determined by when I want to sleep, not when the kids will let me.
My doorknobs and electrical outlets will not sport child-proof covers.
My dinners will not begin with "Do you think the kids will eat this?"
My walls will not be art murals by pint-sized, crayon-wielding "artists".
My car will not be family-friendly.
My date nights will not require a babysitter.
My trips to the store will be made without consideration of naps or meals, and will be made alone.
My ice-cream and chocolate will not have to be eaten in secret.
My bubble-baths will be long and uninterrupted.
And I will be sad, because this...
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