You know you're a mother when:
You hold out your hand to catch your child's throw up because, better your hand then her sheets.
You're so tired and then you realize that it takes less energy to get up off the floor in your baby's bedroom, then to get out of your own bed and walk across the hall so...you sleep on the floor.
You're drying your hair and realize that you're humming "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes"...to yourself. Worse than that, you're humming it as though it's a ballad. No joke.
You're laughing at an episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and then look around to find that you're the only one in the room watching the show.
You accidentally eat baby cereal (again, no joke)
You're in the car for 30 minutes before you realize that the CD for Jake and the Never Land Pirates is playing...and you're all alone.
You hear a child throwing a fit in the market...and then you look down to find that it's YOUR child throwing the fit.
You discover that even with your infant in one hand and a load of laundry in the other, that you can still turn the light switch off....with your foot.
You now know that before, when you didn't have children, and you said you were tired...that you were a foolish, foolish person.
You go in to use the bathroom and you're not alone...ever.
You know you're a mother when....you look at your babies and realize that you can barely breathe because you never knew you could love someone that much.
