If I’m being honest, I like luxury. I’m not a sleep in the wilderness type. I like my down featherbed and pillow. I like nice things.
However, when I used the word “luxury” before having a kid, it had a very different meaning than it does now. Five years ago, luxury might mean a nice hotel or a five-star restaurant.
Here’s what luxury means now:
- Going to the grocery store ALONE.
- Eating a meal sitting down.
- Cooking a meal without any interruptions.
- Folding the clothes while listening to a podcast.
- Sleeping until 8 AM.
- Talking to my husband over dinner.
- Arriving on-time anywhere.
- Taking a shower without any interruptions.
- Sitting down for more than five minutes.
So if you see me at the grocery store, without a toddler in my cart, I’m just living the life of luxury. Now when does Target start serving wine?