You know you're a mom when...
You Know You're a Mom When ...
You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they're equal.
You have time to shave only one leg at a time.
You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
Your kid throws up and you catch it.
Someone else's kid throws up at a party. You keep eating.
You've 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
Grand Central Station and you do it.
You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons; your child chews his toast
into the shape of a gun.
You hope ketchup is a vegetable, since it's the only one your child eats.
You can't bear the thought of your son's first girlfriend.
You hate the thought of his wife even more.
You find yourself cutting your husband's sandwiches into cute shapes.
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 donate to charities in the hope that your child won't get that disease.
You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with your husband in ages, then
spend half the night checking on the kids.
You use your own saliva to clean your child's face.
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.
You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they're equal.
You have time to shave only one leg at a time.
You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
Your kid throws up and you catch it.
Someone else's kid throws up at a party. You keep eating.
You've 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
Grand Central Station and you do it.
You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons; your child chews his toast
into the shape of a gun.
You hope ketchup is a vegetable, since it's the only one your child eats.
You can't bear the thought of your son's first girlfriend.
You hate the thought of his wife even more.
You find yourself cutting your husband's sandwiches into cute shapes.
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 donate to charities in the hope that your child won't get that disease.
You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with your husband in ages, then
spend half the night checking on the kids.
You use your own saliva to clean your child's face.
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.
Imperfect does not = unsuccessful Yup--especially when you hear yourself saying those things you hated hearing YOUR mom say!!
And wait until you're a GRANDMOTHER!! (many light-years from now, in your case...) I've heard that being a grandmother is your reward for having kids in the first place--too bad you can't skip being a mom and go right to being grandma!
The cute little guy in my avi is my second grandson--Gaius Cade. My problem is that my grandkids live halfway across the country!
(((HUGS))
**SUE**
And wait until you're a GRANDMOTHER!! (many light-years from now, in your case...) I've heard that being a grandmother is your reward for having kids in the first place--too bad you can't skip being a mom and go right to being grandma!
The cute little guy in my avi is my second grandson--Gaius Cade. My problem is that my grandkids live halfway across the country!
(((HUGS))
**SUE**
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