Cleaning makes me happy?-August 2009

I don't think I ever thought that I would make this statement....here it goes.....Cleaning makes me happy. When my husband has a day off he sits with the baby while I clean the house up, and honestly I am so happy after I finish. I love sitting down and looking around seeing my clean house....maybe cause I know it doesn't last long :) Yesterday I took the baby over to my mother's house, and I came home and really cleaned and got things done (then I got to take a much needed nap). Anyway when did this happen?! It is kind of scary because anyone who has met my mother or seen my parents beautiful house, they understand my mother loves to clean. I think I am actually becoming my mother (I love you mom! ), which is scary! My husband of course does not have this nesting instinct to clean as I do...I don't think he even notices when I clean anymore. I would love to leave it all until it gets super dirty to see if he noticed....however I am too OCD about cleaning now to handle that one. I then realized how much my life has changed, which is not a bad thing, it is just amazing.
What happened to spending my money on drinks out with friends? or on summer trips to the beach? or shopping! (wait I still do that). This is sad, but I am as pale as my infant because I have not had a chance to lay out this summer yet, and I grew up in Hilton Head! When I hear about my friends going out till late and drinking, two things go through my head. One, if I stay up late, I may not get a chance to sleep because I will be up with the baby. Two, feeling hungover feels like being pregnant, and I am finally not pregnant after 9 long months! Unfortunately I haven't touched my eye liner or mascara for the past two months. My going out clothes are out dated to my new mommy body, which means my tummy needs some crunching before I get back into my "going out" clothes.
I went out for drinks with my good friend Wendy and I realized I have become that woman. The woman that when she is away from her child, constantly has to talk about them and show pictures of them. Also the conversation diverts from adult conversation to formula and parenting advice. Thank goodness Wendy is a good friend and is patient while this dies down ;) I do love my baby girl! These are not complaints, just observations :)