…You look forward to going to the bathroom because it’s the only peace and quiet you get all day.
…There’s an army guy, a half-eaten lollipop, a sock, Cheerio dust, and wadded up tissues in your purse.
…You count down the seconds until bedtime.
…You can’t even think about what the day will bring until after your third cup of coffee.
…You do the lick the thumb face wipe that you hated your mother for doing. You know what I’m talking about.
…You become your mother.
…At one minute you want to strangle the children and in an instant want to squeeze them for doing something cute.
…You couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
Stephanie Glover is a Collegeville, PA mom of two. This post was adopted from her blog, A Grande Life.
