Go through life completely exhausted – As a college student, I was constantly tired. I had a full course-load, a near full-time job and of course – a full drinking/social calendar. As a mother, I have a full-time job, a house, a husband and a child….. just like back my college days, it is not unusual for me to have to function on less than 4 hours of sleep – sadly, I can’t skip my 8:00 meeting the way I used to skip my 8:00 class, BUMMER

Public Vomit – Back in college – I witnessed people I was out with throwing up in public….. at least I could deny knowing them…….. now, not only do I have to accept the fact that people are gonna know that this ‘lil person is with me – but, I’m the one responsible for cleaning it up.

Pasta dinners – As a college student, my diet consisted of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, Lettuce and Tomato sandwiches, Grilled Cheese, Pasta and Raman Noodles. These were meals that were cheap and easy. As a mother, my diet very often consists of similar items – not so much because they are cheap, but because they are quick, easy and require minimal clean up.

The 99 – Back in college…. Places like The 99, Applebee’s, Friday’s and The Ground Round were attractive to us because the food was relatively affordable and the beers were big! Now, these places are attractive because the people lucky enough to be getting the big beers are loud enough that the other patrons won’t notice if the ‘lil Dubya has a meltdown.

McDonald’s for Breakfast – As a college students, my girlfriends and I swore that a McDonald’s breakfast had medicinal properties…… there was hardly a hangover that a good greasy McDonald’s breakfast and a fountain soda couldn’t remedy. Similarly, as an expecting mother, I learned that a good greasy Bacon Egg & Cheese Biscuit could do wonders for a bout of morning (or, in my case morning, noon & night) sickness….. and while you are there, you may as well get yourself a hash brown – it’s the right thing to do.

Dinner in a nice restaurant – When I was in school, the only hope I had of going to a nice restaurant was when my Dad came to visit and treated us to a decent meal. Similarly, now the only chance we have of going for a nice dinner is when our parents come to visit and offer to baby-sit.

Who’d a thought there’d be so many similarities, huh?

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