Mother’s Day is this weekend, and I am so grateful for the two little people that made me a mommy. I’m also grateful for MY mommy, who is my very bestest friend, and I don’t know what I would do without her. Just for fun, here are some universal truths about being a mom…you know you’re a mom if you’re ever….
Asked out loud: How on earth can they be hungry again? They. Just. Ate.
Been able to tell the time based on what show was on TV.
Thought to yourself, “Oh my goodness, I’m turning into my mother.”
Gone on an “quick, important errand” to Target as soon as your husband got home, just to walk the aisles in peace.
Sat on the couch at the end of the day and turned on the TV to Disney Jr. just because. And didn’t even realize it for at least two minutes.
Turned around to any and every child’s call of “mom” at the store.
Said one or more of the following phrases: “Stop or your eyes will stick that way”, “Sorry, that’s what’s for dinner”, “Are you sure you don’t have to go?”,”Why didn’t you go before we left the house”, “No, we’re not there yet”, or “Stop hitting/touching/poking/looking at your sibling.”
Referred to yourself in the third person every time you talk to your children, and didn’t even realize you were doing it.
Longed for 5 minutes of silence, only to panic after 10 seconds because it’s “too quiet”.
Said out loud “It’s just a phase”, but deep down you’re truly wondering if you’ll ever be able to sleep/take a shower/make dinner without 237 interruptions/show your face at the playground again.
Asked “Why doesn’t the doll have a head?” like it’s a normal, everyday question.
Found a french fry under a carseat that may be older than your youngest child.
Not been able to remember life before kids. And sleep.
Thanked the good Lord for caffeine.
Wondered where all that laundry came from, and how on earth are there not two socks that match in that entire pile.
Found yourself singing the “Clean Up, Clean Up” song when you’re picking up the living room. At 9pm. After everyone else is in bed.
Regretted all the times you refused to nap as a child.
Found something non-food related in the refrigerator, and it didn’t even strike you as odd.
Thanked your mom, because now you get it.
Forgotten how to be on time. And why on earth do their go shoes missing every single morning?
Gotten annoyed when someone told you to enjoy every second, because it goes by too fast. (They’re right, but it’s hard to see on exhausting days.)
Said “Excuse us” at the grocery store. When you’re alone.
Had your husband ask why you always refer to them as his children when they’re misbehaving, and your children when they’re being little angels.
Wondered how in the world they ever thought that was even a little bit of a good idea. (ie. Glitter and glue are not appropriate replacements for sidewalk chalk.)
Bought so many Magic Erasers, you may as well buy stock in the company.
Eaten the crusts off someone else’s sandwich. And considered it an acceptable lunch.
Been full time chef, housekeeper, nurse, hygienist, chauffeur, tutor, therapist, personal shopper, hair stylist and accountant, yet ask for nothing in return. Except hugs and kisses. And maybe chocolate. But you wouldn’t change it for anything because being a mom is the best job in the world
Happy Mother’s Day, from my house to yours!