I enjoy the blog Scary Mommy, and this post about pre-mommy stuff our kids will never know about is so very true.
My kids won't know I used to love amaretto and coke, and that one time I let their father pour my drinks and he used up my whole 26er in four drinks and I was trashed and sleeping under a chair before 9.
They won't know I used to be a nighthawk and hated the world before 10 a.m. ... OK, 11 a.m.
They won't know there was a time I thought hanging out at the splash pad was lame.
But I hope they do know I can still have fun, even if my definition of what a fun time is has changed.