Lamatrix
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You Know You're A Mom When...
Your feet stick to grape jelly on the kitchen floor..... and you don't care.
When the kids are fighting, you threaten to lock them in a
room together and not let them out until someone's bleeding.
You can't find your cordless phone, so you ask a friend to
call you, and you run around the house madly, following the
sound until you locate the phone downstairs in the laundry basket.
Your idea of a good day is making it through without a child leaking bodily
fluids on you.
Popsicles become a food staple.
Your favorite television show is a cartoon.
You're willing to kiss your child's boo-boo, regardless of what body part it
happens to be on.
You're so desperate for adult conversation that you spill
your guts to the telemarketer that calls and HE hangs up on YOU!
Spit is your number one cleaning agent.
You buy cereal with marshmallows in it.
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.
You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons; but your
child chews his toast into the shape of a gun anyway.
Your feet stick to grape jelly on the kitchen floor..... and you don't care.
When the kids are fighting, you threaten to lock them in a
room together and not let them out until someone's bleeding.
You can't find your cordless phone, so you ask a friend to
call you, and you run around the house madly, following the
sound until you locate the phone downstairs in the laundry basket.
Your idea of a good day is making it through without a child leaking bodily
fluids on you.
Popsicles become a food staple.
Your favorite television show is a cartoon.
You're willing to kiss your child's boo-boo, regardless of what body part it
happens to be on.
You're so desperate for adult conversation that you spill
your guts to the telemarketer that calls and HE hangs up on YOU!
Spit is your number one cleaning agent.
You buy cereal with marshmallows in it.
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.
You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons; but your
child chews his toast into the shape of a gun anyway.
