Sunday nights are kind of hard now. On the weekend, my life goes back to being 75% like what it was before Ethan's birth. I hang out with my husband, we run errands, go to Target, see friends, clean, etc. All the same things we did before the baby came, just with more breaks to nurse the baby and with many more poopy diapers than in our pre-baby life.
But, on Sunday nights, I always have the realization that on Monday morning, my life returns to the "new" life. A life that revolves around loading and emptying the dishwasher and cooking dinner, and doing laundry and maybe-just maybe, fixing my hair, putting on makeup and going to the grocery store. And, truthfully, I still dont know this Monday-Friday woman, and I'm not entirely comfortable with her. Hopefully I'll get to know her soon and will be excited to return to this life on Monday mornings. But I'm not there just yet.