Revelation.

It's 10pm and both children are in bed. I should also be in bed... seeing as my sweet four month old will wake up in a few hours to nurse and at 6am, my four year old will be up and ready to start her day. It's rare that I actually get some "alone" time so here I sit.

The three of us came down to my moms in Peachtree City earlier today. It's our bi-monthly ritual. My mom is one of my best friends and she is a wonderful grandma to my kids. When Alivia was first born, she'd come up every Thursday and spend the day helping me go grocery shopping or cleaning the house or just helping me learn to balance two kids. When Alivia turned about 2 months, we ventured to Peachtree City for the first time. It was horrible. This kid hates carseats. She can be clean, fed, and tired... but she will likely scream from point a to point b with less than 10 seconds of catching her breath during the entire trip. I think it may be getting better. I say that as I frantically look for a piece of wood to knock on. In any case, I have pretty much mastered bringing my two children on an hour long drive and being away from "home" for a couple days. 

I love coming down here to spend time with my mom though. I grew up in this city and I know it like the back of my hand. It's a nice place to raise children - until they become old enough and start hating it. I hated being a teenager here and looking back, I don't know why. I guess I was just angsty in general and thought everything sucked. I had a good childhood and even though my parents divorced when I was 15, it really wasn't a reason to start wearing all black and dying my hair obnoxious colors. Yea, I was "that" kid. Looking back I get embarassed of myself during that time in my life and I can wait for the day when my own children decide to express themselves in less than flattering ways.

I think the strangest thing of all is running into people I went to high school with/grew up with. I was never the type of girl people imagined would grow up to get married and have a family, or enjoy either of those things. I was a loner and didn't really care for kids. Like I stated above, a good portion of my high school days were spent wearing black pants and navel showing shirts hoping I would resemble Gwen Stefani in her early No Doubt days.

Obviously, that's not who I am anymore which is why it catches people off guard. For one, I am a mom. No one really saw that one coming. I'm married. I drive a mini-van. I am happy and nearly every picture of me these days has me smiling (a rareity back in the day!). I don't curse (around the kids) and genuinely enjoy being a stay-at-home mom. I like cooking and cleaning and doing laundry and changing diapers and watching Blues Clues and experiencing new things with my girls. I absolutely love it.

It's just kind of funny how things change, isn't it?