You know you’re a mom when:
You notice your child is about to vomit and you hold out your hand to catch it.
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is the most played song on your iPod.
Taking a shower and going to the bathroom becomes “me-time.”
You no longer think that Yo Gabba Gabba and Wow Wow Wubzy are the most ridiculous names for TV shows. Ever.
Your brakes are worn out on your car from the gentle rocking at stoplights to appease baby.
Leaving the house for a playdate requires as much baggage as a week-long get-away.
You sway all the time. Even when you aren’t holding your child.
You want to break out in song every time you hear the phrase, “What’s gonna work?”
Finally, you know you’re a mom when at the end of the day you find you have pink glitter in your hair, orange paint on your crotch, spit-up on your shoulder and poo on your shirt. Realizing this, you think to yourself… with a little Spot Shot action, I can totally wear this shirt again tomorrow.
Yep, I’m a mom. Oh, and don’t worry, that poo-spot was really small.
So so true! Lol at “What’s gonna work?” I also think of it whenever anyone says “The phone is ringing!”