Where did I go?

Where did I go? My clothes are still in the closet, although pushed to the back. My shoes are in their boxes (at the top of the closet). My friends are still in my cell phone and my favorite restaurants still exist. My favorite art pieces are in my house they just sit so high on the TV stand you can't see them. My MP3 collection (none of which is the Backyardigans, Yo Gabba Gabba or Sesame Street) are all in my computer. My Tivo is full of her shows but they rarely get watched. But where the hell am I. Have I, like so many before me, become so consumed by being a Mom that she (I mean I) am gone? Will I ever return? If I do come back will be I be a half me-half her hybrid? Will she use words like potty and boo-boo or will she say efficacious and prestidigitation? Will crocks and Uggs be my new peep-toe sling backs? Will trips to Music Class always be my new mani/pedi? I got to say... I kinda miss me. Not enough to go back but I still do. ;>)