You know you're a mom when...
You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they're
equal.
You want to take out a contract on the kid who
broke your child's favorite toy and made him/her cry.
You have time to shave only one leg at a time.
You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
You child throws up, and you catch it.
Someone else's kid throws up at a party, and
you keep eating.
You consider finger paint to be a controlled
substance.
You mastered the art of placing large
quantities of pancakes and eggs on a plate without anything
touching.
Your child insists that you read Once Upon a
Potty out loud in the lobby of the doctor's office, or, better yet,
in the lobby of a Grand Central Station... and you do it.
You hire a sitter because you haven't been out
with your husband in ages, then spend half the night talking about
and checking on the kids.
You hope ketchup is a vegetable because it's
the only one your child eats.
You cling to the high moral ground on toy
weapons, while your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.
You can't bear the thought of your son's first
girlfriend.
You hate the thought of his wife even more.
You donate to charities in the hope that your
child won't get that disease.
You find yourself cutting your husband's
sandwiches into unusual shapes.
You fast-forward through the scene when the
hunter shoots Bambi's mother.
You use your own saliva to clean your child's
face.
You obsess when your child clings to you upon
parting during his first month at school, then obsess when he skips
in without looking back the second time.
You can't bear to give away baby clothes --
it's so final.
You hear your mother's voice coming out of
your mouth when you say, "Not in your good clothes!"
You stop criticizing the way your mother
raised you.
You read that the average five year old asks
437 questions a day and feel proud that your kid is above average.
You say at least once a day, "I'm not cut out
for this job", but you know you wouldn't trade it for anything in
the world...
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