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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.
As 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 find yourself
cutting your husband's sandwiches into cute shapes.
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. |
