By Sara A.
Obvious signs I'm a mom...
I like inventories. They are fun to read, fun to write and a great way to concisely organize my thoughts. You can expect them from me often. To start with, I thought I'd document the many obvious signs that I'm a mom. The idea came to me this morning as I was drying my hair with a toddler clinging to my leg, while trying to drink my coffee and send a text at the same time. "Only a mom has to deal with this" I thought. This sent my mind reeling thinking of all the other obvious signs I am a mom, which have now been documented here for your delight. Some are silly, some are serious...all, I hope, are relatable.
- I can multitask like a pro.
- I know what it means to love unconditionally.
- I have snacks on my person or in my bag at all times.
- I've been peed and pooped on more times than I can count....and managed to find it charming.
- I know exactly where to kiss boo-boo's and owies to make them feel better.
- I've mastered "the look."
- I drive a mini-van. And I love it.
- I no longer swear out loud. Just in my head. And I do so liberally.
- I'm scarier when I whisper than when I yell.
- I love my husband more now that I ever believed possible when I married him. And we were head over heels then.
- I can function on 3 hours sleep on a consistent basis.
- I sometimes put the milk in the pantry and my keys in the freezer.
- I've left a load of laundry in the washing machine over night and forgot to move it to the dryer.....more times that I'd like to admit.
- I am chronically late.
- I regularly find spills or stains on my clothes that I KNOW weren't there when I got dressed in the morning. They usually appear on my legs below my knees or around the neck of my shirts.
- I know the difference between an Ergo, a Bjorn and a Moby. And I have strong opinions on each.
- I've memorized Goodnight Moon, The Sleepy Little Alphabet and Chicka-Chicka-Boom-Boom and can be relied upon to recite these on the fly in any situation.
- Mary Poppins is in the CD player in my van.
- I've been to more Recess Monkey's performances than any other band.
- There are toys on my bathroom floor at all times. I regularly step on them but can't be bothered to move them, as they will instantly reappear.
- The majority of movies and shows recommended to me by Netflix are meant for children.
- I haven't slept past 8:00 am on a weekend in 4 years.
- Solitary trips to Target and Costco are considered "me time."
- There is always sand somewhere. Always.
- Anything important or valuable in my home is stored or displayed at a height above 5 feet.
- Happy Hour is the one hour between the time my kids go to bed and me passing out on the couch.
- I own 5 car seats, 4 strollers and 3 baby carriers.
- I feel an overwhelming urge to kiss tiny toes and to rub my face against baby skin. I get giddy over that "baby smell."
- I've been known to sway while standing in line to pay for my groceries.
- Nothing makes me more content than walking in the sun with a sticky hand holding mine.
- I'm used to repeating myself.
- I am asked "why" at least 50 times a day. Often more. I usually have an answer.
- I look at Zulily daily.
- Whenever I see a mom nursing her child I smile and want to give her a high-five.
- I can't listen to stories about bad things happening to kids. I refuse watch the news because it's so stressful.
- I have an entire drawer in my kitchen devoted to sippy cups.
- I am never bored. Seriously, never.
- I have multiple boards dedicated to various "kid" topics on Pinterest.
- When I say my family I no longer mean my mom, dad and sister.
- I have stretch marks.
- There are bulk boxes of Annie's mac & cheese in my pantry.
- Organic fruit/veggie squeeze pouches are considered a treat in my home.
- I now understand just how much my mom loves me. I no longer find it weird (or not AS weird) that the first thing she wants to do when she hasn't seen me in a while is smell me.
- I will punch you if you ring my doorbell during nap time. Especially if I have managed to get both my children to sleep at the same time.
- A ridiculous amount of my income goes to paying for childcare.
- I know that my dog really isn't a surrogate child. She doesn't even come close.
- I consider what schools are in a given neighborhood to be a better indicator of it's desirability than what restaurants it has.
- The faintest of whimpers will wake me from a dead sleep and I am instantly on high alert.
- My boobs are shrunken and saggy.
- I know that my life is more complete, more joyous and more meaningful than I ever could have imagined.
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