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.
This is the wacky story of our wild and crazy lives with six insane kids. Two are Deaf. Two have had major health issues. At least one is plotting to take over the world. Two are the reigning princesses of the house. Read and laugh about our lives to feel better about your's.
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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