Hi all, I'm one of the quiet princesses unless I have something to say, but this really tickled my funny bone so I thought I needed to share. It hit me recently as I was rushing around in that harried-mom sort of way, I find myself in uniquely "mommish" situations that in a million years I never would have otherwise, except for the blessing (or curse) of motherhood.
As I spent a full twenty minutes searching my jewelry box for a matching set of earrings (none of them are paired anymore), the litany of mom-only problems I encounter daily cartwheeled around in my head, bouncing off my skull. Then I realized it wasn't thoughts banging around in there, but the beginnings of a headache that only a glass of wine would cure.
After enjoying said glass of wine (or three), I got the giggles with my another mommy, and we made a list of the top 5 ways you know you're a mom. Now granted, yes, you already know you're a mom since you squeezed out the little 8 pound bowling ball of joy first-hand.... but it's funnier this way. So go with it.
As I spent a full twenty minutes searching my jewelry box for a matching set of earrings (none of them are paired anymore), the litany of mom-only problems I encounter daily cartwheeled around in my head, bouncing off my skull. Then I realized it wasn't thoughts banging around in there, but the beginnings of a headache that only a glass of wine would cure.
After enjoying said glass of wine (or three), I got the giggles with my another mommy, and we made a list of the top 5 ways you know you're a mom. Now granted, yes, you already know you're a mom since you squeezed out the little 8 pound bowling ball of joy first-hand.... but it's funnier this way. So go with it.
