Mother and writer Val O'Brien has just made a very good point. The early days of parenting, she says, are strangely and comfortingly like the early days of college. It is a good point, a valid point. There are the late nights and big shirts and jammies pants. There is the complete deterioration of eating habits and primary goal of just making it through to the next nap.
And let's not forget the walks of shame across the quad on Friday mornings, getting hit on by funky smelling professors, the playful nicknames of "whore" and "lard ass" for your very dear roommate and BFF. Oh wait. Those weren't highlights of parenting a newborn for you? That's too bad. It makes the whole nursing on demand and stitches healing thing so much more tolerable.
While I'm clearly kidding (at least about the walk of shame part), I do agree with O'Brien. After all, playgroup can come dangerously close to a sorority rush event and potty training has certainly felt like an extended finals week (minus the No-Doz). What parts of parenting remind you of your kegerated college days?
