I realized this week that I must really be a mom. Here are some of the things that tipped me off:
1. I no longer notice the smell of poop. Ever. (Well, maybe sometimes...but not usually).
2. I think a Swiffer Wetjet makes a great gift.
3. When I grow up, I hope to poop alone.
4. I'm pretty sure I'm all that and a bag of chips when I'm out there crusing around in my fancy mini van.
5. My home is decorated by creations lovingly made by 2-8 year olds.
6. I carry on conversations with people who only come up to my kneecaps.
7. I use babytalk, and honestly think that's going to turn my husband on.
8. A fun night on the town includes a trip to the Children's Museum.
9. Eating out usually means I get a toy with my meal.
10. I came home from ladies' night at church with puke in my hair and poop on my shirt. And I didn't shower to wash it all out until early this evening.
Yep. I'm a mom.
2 comments:
#1 works for this dad, too. And an immunity to all vomit, human or canine. But it's okay. As Lisa says, these are the good years.
Too funny. Is there a chance that we'll ever get to go to the bathroom alone? The thought gives me hope!
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