Before I had kids, I once hooked up with a guy just because he had a bathtub bigger than my bed.

No regrets. He wasn’t even that cute, but he offered me wine, showed me his clawfoot tub, and I was like, “Sir, I will now be taking off my clothes.” We never even made it to the bed — just a very steamy, candlelit night in a literal bubble bath.   Now I’m a mom of two, and my wildest nights involve stepping on a Paw Patrol toy and getting wine drunk while folding laundry. I don’t miss the guy, but I definitely miss being the kind of woman who said yes to wine and tub hookups on a Tuesday.   Anyone else look back at their pre-kid chaos with a little awe and a lot of nostalgia?