You Know You're A Mom When...

You know you're a mom when you find yourself actually staring sightlessly at Miss Spider, pathetically resigned to your fate. It's only after you've watched the show to the last 5 minutes that you realize you've been zoning out to kid TV. There are no kids around, just you collapsed on the couch, wasting an hour of time you wish had been spent ... oh, at a spa, or some other lovely passtime.

You know you're a mom when your friend you finally went to lunch with on Saturday points out that you've got crud on your blouse. It's not in an inconspicuous place, either. It's conveniently, and for all to see, perched on that which happens once you start nursing children. And you're not dismayed. You take it in stride, refusing to worry about it, and reply, "Yea, the kids got me before I left the house."

You know you're a mom when what you do for fun on Friday night is ... go to bed.

You know you're a mom when you catch yourself saying, "Um-hm, yea, uh-huh, if you say so," and look up to see your husband staring at you funny.

You know you're a mom when the highlight of your day is a picture of an unrecognizable bobble head stick person holding the claw of a smaller unrecognizable bobble head stick person with a green heart, and a beautiful pink sun shining down on them, delivered with a sloppy kiss, and told, "Mommy, this is you (the one with blue hair) and this is me (the one with pink hair). It's for you!" and all you can do is smile, hang it on your fridge with pride, and hug and kiss the little delivery person/artist, genuinely stating, "It's beautiful, sweetheart. Thank you so much!"