You know you’re a mom when…

You begin calling your husband “daddy”

You stay up until 9pm watching Netflix and call it a wild night

You consider putting make-up on in the car an occupational hazard

You know you’re a mom when…

You call getting four hours of sleep in a row a “good night”

You can sing along to all the lyrics from “Frozen”

You become used to random people catching glimpses of your boobs

You know you’re a mom when…

You resort to washing yourself with baby wipes

You consider castoffs and crusts to be lunch

You can’t shake the feeling that you smell like poop (oh wait, what’s that on your sleeve…)

You know you’re a mom when…

You hear your baby crying when no one else can hear it

You ache when they fall and hurt themselves

You have busy hands, full arms, and a warm heart



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