You get a babysitter for date night… and then go to Sam’s Club.
This is your toiletry bag for an overnight trip:
Going to Starbucks, alone, to prepare your taxes for the accountant feels like a day at the spa.
You eat most lunches standing up in the kitchen.
Having more than five minutes to get ready is unheard of.
Watching your husband tuck the kids into bed on the baby monitor makes your heart smile.
Your dinner time consists of getting up at least 15 times during the meal to get everyone else what they need.
Eavesdropping on your husband saying bedtime prayers with your toddler gives you goosebumps.
You feel flu-like symptoms coming on, and you’re a tad giddy because it means you get to quarantine yourself in the master bedroom all evening.
You find yourself alone for 10 minutes in the car and you want to call everyone you know.
Your only reason for prolonging date night is to get home after the kids’ bed time.
You know Medela bottles make great salad dressing holders, or beach vodka transporters.
Getting everyone dressed, fed and to church by 9am makes you feel like you’ve climbed Mount Everest.
Your husband doing the dishes without asking is the biggest turn-on ever.
You don’t stop for the McDonald’s iced coffee you are craving because the toddler will demand french fries and you don’t have the energy for the tantrum that follows.
Locking the door and taking a hot shower might as well be Nirvana.
Your husband taking the kids to Home Depot for an hour without you is the highlight of your weekend.
Your children’s sweet hands touching your face feels better than the best facial at the best spa in the world.
Happy Mother’s Day!
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Your toddler pees while sleeping with you in your bed, and you’re too tired to change sheets, so you throw a towel over it and go back to sleeping!
You realize you’re at the grocery store in stained clothes and uncombed hair, but don’t care because you’ve been spending time with your kids.
Tears of joy flow, involuntarily, when you look at the life God used you to create.
You’re no longer referred by your name but by the title “[insert child’s name]’s mom”.
You become a human to your child!
Going to the grocery store by yourself feels like a vacation.
