Having plans for the weekend takes on a whole new meaning once you become parents. Instead of "Let's check out the new restaurant downtown" it's "Why don't you stay here while I go to Home Depot?".
I remember during those first few months of having a new baby I would often lament our choice to ruin our lives. I would sit in the Saturday early morning darkness - also known as 4:00 am - with this baby in my arms and think "we have nowhere to go". I would watch the sun come up and think of all the weekend plans that rose with it in other people's lives and I would cry.
I know this seems dramatic now. But, the thing about parenthood is that every stage feels like it's never going to end. First, it seems like they're always going to be strapped to you. And then you soon learn that them strapped to you was way better than chasing them around the house all day prying their fingers off the cat's tail. And then that's replaced with the non-stop energy and the constant demands to "hold you" "go outside" "get out" "get down" "catch me" "sing song". Which is accompanied by impromptu napping on the floor mid-sentence from exhaustion.
Then just when you think you've got the toddler thing down they become little people who are holding up their end of arguments and asking tough questions and have strong opinions on food and movies and bedtime and homework and chores.
I realize that these stages go by so quickly and that one day soon Savannah will no longer beg me to "watch this!" or "can I come?" and that she'll start whispering on the phone to her friends and rolling her eyes at me and closing her bedroom door when I walk by.
And then I'll have my weekends back. And all I'll want is to be sitting in my living room at dawn with that baby on my chest again.