1. Wearing pants that do not have drawstrings, are not made of fleece, cannot be washed and dried on any temperature and do not sag in the ass/crotch

2. Doing my hair (read: doing more than just finger-combing it or mashing it back with a hairband). Maybe even putting product in *gasp*

3. Talking with adults about non-child related, adult things such as workplace gossip and hot damn, when did Leo get so hot?

4. Eating hot foods while they’re hot, all at once, not in little bites while feeding the baby

5. Wearing jewellery. I haven’t worn a necklace or earrings since the summer when Lucy started yanking on anything dangly or shiny, and I have a really nice collection that’s aching to be dusted off

6. Mascara. Eyeliner. Blush. Because the baby doesn’t care if my lips look pouty or my eyelashes are full and separated, but it sure does make me feel good

7. Breaking my feet back into heels. Oh, how I terribly miss my shoes

8. Stimulating the side of my brain NOT involved in dancing with a diaper on my head (embarrasingly, I do this multiple times a day), cutting up food in teeny pieces and singing More Milk

9. Being around other people, people who can talk back (I believe this is called a conversation?) in understandable words and sentences

10. Attempting to have it all: using my hard-earned skills to contribute to the world while still raising my delightful little girl

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3. Mom guilt, with boob
4. The Bubble
5. I think we can all agree…