|a smothered mother is the very best kind|
Maybe you can relate!
You know you're a mother when...
reapplying deodorant constitutes "getting ready for the day"
supper is the bane of your existence
you have more My Little Pony songs stuck in your head than Taylor Swift tunes
Target's Cartwheel app offers you the highest appreciation of your day
you feel a deep level of success after using the Nosefrida on your infant
running out of paper plates is your recurring nightmare (when you actually get to sleep)
you haven't finished a fresh cup of coffee in one sitting since college
it's not creepy at all to sit and stare at your sleeping child while a million things could get done
you only take selfies when you can't get your kid to sit still enough for the photo you want of them
you have contemplated what it would be like if Handy Manny and Bob the Builder ever met
your dining room table looks more like a Michael's craft store than a Martha Stewart catalog
locking the bathroom door brings equal amounts of guilt and relief
you've prayed about naps/bedtime/quiet as fervently as if it could prevent global disasters
your [overworked] vacuum understands your daily disdain as well as anyone
you've said "Please stop _____" at least 800 times today
nothing grosses you out anymore
you have a love/hate relationship with TimeHop which usually leads to weepiness no matter what
you're exhausted, smelly, weepy, happy, frustrated (no, these aren't the seven dwarfs) and wouldn't trade in your life for anything else in the whole world (if you don't feel this way, just wait until about 8pm when the children are asleep and your heart swells up with that crazy love only a mother knows!)