Because I got to ten 13 minutes before Wednesday. And by golly, I'm posting them.
How to Know You're a Mom...
You keep spare socks in your car (or even worse, in your purse) on the off chance you'll end up at an indoor playground on a day when your kids are wearing flip flops.
You also, at any point, have carried around spare underwear for your potty training children - in your purse.
Because you carry things like spare underwear and spare socks around in your purse, it's no wonder you feel like and look like your town's newest bag lady. For real, this is my purse, it's only slightly smaller than the state of Rhode Island...perched painfully on my shoulder (so big that it doesn't even fully fit in the picture):
You have an entire shelf in one of your cabinets dedicated to plastic kids' cups from restaurants. (You'll see this cross-posted on "How to Know You Dine Out Too Frequently", should I ever decide to write one of those.)
You confess to not listening when your son chooses to enlighten you with Power Rangers trivia. (Because - No, I didn't know that the Red Ranger and Black Ranger morphed backwards in time and did a quadruple back-flip in Power Rangers Time Force. And I don't really care. Because Power Rangers are lame.)
You've pretended to be riotously amused by knock-knock joke after knock-knock joke.
You think your baby might be up for an Academy Award for her performance after being told, "No, Sarah! Don't hit the laptop!" (This one is best expressed with pictures...)
You used to cringe every single time your kids would drop a matchbox car (or do some other ding-worthy type thing) on your genuine hardwood floors. Here you are four years into the living in the house, and you realize there is such a long list of things "to be repaired" once the kids are older that you've ceased to care about a few dings. It's character, baby. (And that's what rugs are for.)
You pride yourself in knowing exactly which sippy cups leak and how badly, which causes you to pause and ask yourself, why do you still have the leaky ones?
One of your greatest moments in life as a parent (and maybe even prior to then) is when your child learned how to buckle his or herself into their carseat. Not sure why, but it shaves at least 5 minutes off of the time required to get on the road.
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