Wednesday, February 1, 2012

You Know You're a Mother When...

You wear stuff like this and actually think it looks ok.
I haven't left the house like this.
Just give it time. I'm sure it will happen.


You know The Sesame Street Gang, have memorized all the songs, proudly sing the songs because it makes your child happy, AND...


You find yourself giddy each morning because you can't wait to see which celebrity guest makes their appearance on the show! You also discuss the show with your husband over dinner that evening.

Your idea of a vacation is going to a place like this,


however you are willing to settle for 20 quiet, uninterrupted, blissful minutes here instead.


You go out for a rare, romantic dinner with your husband


and all you can (happily) talk about is how awesome your child is. She is pretty awesome. See!


You don't know how you would function without this.


Enough said. Is there really a need to elaborate on motherhood and coffee? I think not.

You are shocked whenever you discover it's 10 o' clock at night and you're still awake. Then you call yourself a party animal, roll over, and are sound asleep within minutes. In your mind you picture yourself looking like this while you sleep.


You have ever stalked the windows at the front of your house around 5 o' clock. This way you could hand your child to your husband the exact second he walks in the door, make no eye contact with him, and then quietly walk away. You needed to be alone (if only for a few minutes). This actually happened recently when my teething child looked like this all day long and had an attitude to match it.


You would do anything for your child (ren). They need to snuggle? You gladly do it. Encouragement? Always. They need you in the middle of the night to clean up their puke? Been there. Done that. They need a kidney? You betcha. Ok, that might be a bit extreme, but I would give Reese my kidney if she needed one.

Ahhh, motherhood! Isn't it the best? I truly think so. 

Mothers, What would you add to this list?

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