Every mother has one — that last day of freedom, when your life was still entirely yours — only you didn't realize it until after the fact. I remember mine.
My husband and I hopped a cab across the city and though it broke down halfway to our destination, we didn't care because it was before car seats, babysitters and bedtimes. My purse was the size of a wallet and my mini skirt would never have passed the bending-over-to-pick-up-your-tot-test. To see what happened, read more