Somehow, I manage to go through most
days without ever realizing that
1) I am a mom
and as such,
2) I have kids.
I'm not kidding either.
Perhaps its a weird psyche thing,
but it is a fact I generally choose to overlook.
But then,
quite suddenly,
I'll notice things here and there
that remind me that these children who
I happen to co-habitate with
day and night
are in fact mine,
and probably aren't going to go anywhere
for quite some time.
You know you're a parent when:
1) Billy the Buffalo, and other such literature,
is featured as an offering
of your living room coffee table
2) Chuck-e-Cheese is considered a favorable dining option
3) Power Rangers Turbo is the background
music of your life
4) Your pantry features 9 different kinds of cereal.
5) While bathing you get the feelings you're being watched,
only to notice
Iron Man, the Green Goblin, and a large mutant spider
are all, in fact, staring at you.
Perhaps the Mutant Spider while in the tub
is enough reason
for me to yet again forget
that I am in fact
1) a mom,
and as such,
2) have kids.
