I used to know how to pack all essential items for a night out on the town in a clutch purse no bigger than an envelope. I was even known to be able to squeeze a pair of ballet flats in on the odd occasion when a walk home was required. I now know I can fill an entire nappy bag with all manner of items and yet I'll still be missing the baby wipes when I need them most.
I used to know how to prepare to get home from a night out on the town. Cab numbers were stored in my phone, train timetables were memorised and the location of the night rider was known in case of extreme circumstances (read 'out too late for the last train and out of money for a cab'). I now know the key to preparing to get home from a night out is to pack a baby sleeping bag that has a hole for the seat belt so the baby can be transported straight from the car to the cot - gold!
I used to know that high heels were the invention of the devil. I still know that high heels are the invention of the devil.
I used to know that one day I'd prefer to spend my time at home with a partner and my kids. I now know that I was right.
What did you know before you got old?
I also used to know that there was never a bad time to eat chocolate. I now know that any time the kids are awake is a bad time to eat chocolate. Mainly because I might have to share. Actually who am I kidding, I;m not sharing, instead I'm hiding in the pantry trying to silently peel the foil wrapper off without getting caught. I feel like a crack addict chasing a secret hit! I now know the best time to eat chocolate is when the boys are tucked up in bed.
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