Each day I wake up and realize I have all these new and wonderful responsibilities. How did I become the Mom, responsible for shooing the monsters from underneath the bed, the Mom who keeps the bath splashing under control, the Mom who crawls under the crib at 2am searching for the dropped pacifier.
I now find myself judging the time of day by what cartoon flashes across the TV screen.
When did I become the Mom who doesn't think twice about holding my hands out to catch my child's
Waking up with extra bodies in my bed has become a new way of life.
When did my biggest challenge become, how do I remove the yogurt covered t-shirt from my 1 year old without getting it all through her hair?
Books like Pinkalicious or Geronimo Stilton have replaced all my college textbooks.
7:00 pm is now the most perfect time of day and the word "bedtime" has become the most beautiful word in the English language?
Blindfold me and stick me in a room with a 100 crying babies and I'd still be able to distinguish which cry was coming from Pearl.
My showers now last less then 10 minutes and typically involve an audience of 3, I wear slippers so I don't have to feel the Cherrios crush beneath my toes and I put way more effort into my kids' outfits then I do my own.
How and when did I BECOME A MOM and who do I thank for this wonderful and blessed new role?