Taking your child anywhere for a few hours is like packing for a weekend. You no longer immediately change you/your child's shirt the second it gets some spit up on it. The laundry is being washed for the 3rd time in a row because you keep forgetting to put it in the dryer. You can't wait for your baby to take a nap so you can get something accomplished... then you spend his/her entire nap watching them sleep. "Wheels on the Bus" or "London Bridge" is on constant replay in your head at night while you're trying to fall asleep. You've googled "how to remove (insert stain here) from carpet". You can't remember the last time you watched something that wasn't animated. You've shot out of bed and made it halfway down the hall before your mind has even registered that you heard the baby crying. Sometimes you don't get to take a shower before noon - the next day. You've never had a heart so full of love. Your "alone" time usually consists of Daddy babysitting the kids while you clean something. You find yourself rocking back and forth even when you're not holding the baby. If you actually still carry a purse, instead of cosmetics it now has random toys, pacifiers, burp rags and cheerios.