Once you get home, Grandma says how great baby was all day, and that she's probably ready for a bottle and heads home. You get the baby, giver her a bottle, quickly put her back down (Wow-baby NEVER fusses!) and return to the living room where there is a romantic setup next to the fire. You settle in for a romantic, fire-side tryst and then head to bed. You hear something outside your window, make a contemplative face, fall asleep and wake up the next day ready to find out who is lurking outside your window and why. And, magically, someone always stops by or offers to watch the baby so you can continue on your Hope Brady-private-glamourous-policewoman-but also a Mom-style life.
And then all of a sudden your kid is 8 years old, and it seems that you never had to change a diaper, deal with a temper tantrum, potty train or clean up a mess that whole time! Amazing!
there are certainly moments when I thought that may be kinda nice, but then I remember that it's all the little things and seemingly insignificant moments that I love so much about being a Mom!