You count the sprinkles on each kid's cupcake to make sure they're equal.
You have the time to shave only one leg at a time.
You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
Your kid throws up and you catch it.
Some one else's kid throws up at a party. You keep eating.
You consider finger paints to be a controlled substance.
You've mastered the art of placing large quanitities of pancakes and eggs on a plate without anything touching.
Your child insists that you read "Once Upon a Potty" out loud in the lobby of Grand Central Station and you do it.
You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons, your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.
You hope ketchup is a vegetable, since it's the only way your child will eat vegetables.
You find yourself cutting your husbands' (spouse's) sandwiches into cute shapes
You can't bear to give away baby clothes - it's so final.
You hear your mother's voice coming out of your mouth when you say, "NOT in your good clothes!"
You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.
You donate to charities in the hope that your child won't get that disease.
You hire a sitter because you haven't been out with your husband in ages, then spend half the night checking on the kids.
You say at least once a day, "I'm not cut out for this job", but you know you wouldn't trade it for anything.
May the Sun, Moon and Stars shelter you and energize you with love and peace,