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You remember the day well – when your eyes first locked onto the elegant curves of that brushed-cotton, duck egg sofa. Then came the little one. And an era of jumping, spilling and yes, even scribbling began. Eventually, much like Elsa in Frozen, you let it go. (Sorry if that song\u2019s in your head now). You\u2019ve learned to embrace the dried milk, the dribble streaks, the unidentified splodges and finally accept that your sofa love is over. Having nice things was great while it lasted, but it was only a (very beautiful, exquisitely crafted, one-in-a-squillion) sofa. Sniffle.<\/p>\n
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–<\/span>2. You begin to love your special solo time (on the toilet)<\/strong><\/p>\n Since you had kids, you\u2019ve discovered a new unbridled love for your time on the throne. In your previous life, you just strolled in and out of there without ever being truly present in the moment. Oh how foolish you were! Now you would sell your mother for an uninterrupted experience in the restroom (sorry mum). Mmm, some magnificent me-time.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n 3. You decide you don\u2019t love your slim-fit jeans after all<\/strong><\/p>\n Those jeans used to make you feel (a bit) like you were in a Levis ad. Sure, they took forty-five minutes to put on and take off, but they were the best [insert outrageous amount of money] you ever splurged. Since the tiny person landed, the pesky things seem to have shrunk. Or if you\u2019re lucky enough that they still fit, they have porridge on them. And in them. Sweatpants are probably due a comeback soon though, right?<\/p>\n –<\/span><\/p>\n 4. You start to love literally any restaurant that has good changing facilities<\/strong><\/p>\n What makes a great dining establishment? Artisanal, organic produce? A view over the river? Maybe once upon a time. Now, you\u2019re happy to eat stale pasta and get served dried parmesan from a funny-looking tub with incomprehensible handwriting on it. As long as there\u2019s a large, clean baby-changing room and ample room for a stroller. Even better if there are facilities in the men\u2019s room. Your turn hubs.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n –<\/span>5. You finally (temporarily) appreciate everything your parents ever did for you<\/strong><\/p>\n Midway through your seventeenth diaper change on an endless winter\u2019s night, you\u2019re hit with a realisation: your parents did all this for you too. And because it\u2019s 2,000 years since you\u2019ve slept properly, you start to weep. Belated tears of twerpy gratitude. Of course, you never tell your parents this (though you do hug them a nanosecond longer).<\/p>\n <\/p>\n –<\/span>6. Random relatives become your new best friends<\/strong><\/p>\n You\u2019re not the biggest fan of Cousin Karen. She never looks pleased to see you and her breakfast muffins are\u2014go on, you can say it\u2014a little dry. But wait a second, what\u2019s that? Karen adores<\/i> kids and can\u2019t wait to babysit? Well maybe you got off on the wrong foot. And to be fair, breakfast is the trickiest type of muffin.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n –<\/span>7. Hate is a strong word, but yes, you start to hate doors<\/strong><\/p>\n Remember when you used doors like a human person? Holding them open for others, deftly closing them with your (manicured) pinky while ordering lattes? Now every entrance is a gladiatorial challenge. It\u2019s as though door designers got together, measured some strollers\u00a0and purposefully narrowed the entrances out of spite. Sometimes you just cross your fingers and take a run-up.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n –<\/span>8. You love your child so much your heart might burst out of the atmosphere<\/strong><\/p>\n Day one was unforgettable. Week one was like a dream. And year one is the most challenging time of your life. But through every struggle, face-palm, teary laugh and pillow-scream, a little person was slowly emerging as the greatest source of happiness and inspiration in your life.\u00a0Little rascal.<\/p>\n Stop loving your sofa, start loving your restroom. Oh how things change.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":142,"featured_media":227161,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[8027],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n![](\"https:\/\/blog.wonderbly.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/13164431\/Artboard-1-1024x593.jpg\")
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