So, without further adieu:
I am that mom who used to say things like, "what is wrong with those parents? Don't they hear that baby crying? Seriously-- can't they make it stop?" I now know that sometimes that's just not an option and that the crying probably bothers them far more than it bothers me.
I am that mom who sometimes 'fake cleans' my house before guests come over just so they'll THINK I have it all together. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, 'fake cleaning' involves taking everything that doesn't have a place and shoving it somewhere, such as under a bed, in the laundry room, in the trunk of the car, or in the bathtub with the curtain closed.
I am that mom who does her best to get her kids to eat healthy but keeps a box of fish sticks and a can of ravioli on hand for 'it's just not happening tonight' kind of day.
I am that mom who stays home and now wonders how I EVER had time to work.
I am that mom who stays up at night and stresses about things like if my girls will get made fun for the poofy hair I'm sure they inherited from me and are bound to one day have or if the Libster will EVER stop sucking her thumb in her sleep.
I am that mom who sometimes sit in my jammies all day long because I literally didn't have a chance to get dressed that day.
I am that mom who sings ridiculous songs in the car to my kiddos...and prays no one ever overhears me.
I am that mom who thought all those 'labor terror stories' might just be from women who aren't as 'tough' as I am and then went to the hospital to check in after my water broke and said, "Hi, I'm McCall, my water broke. I'd like get an epidural and then check in, in that order, please."
I am that mom who fusses at my kid for losing things (bows, shoes, whatever) and then feels terribly guilty the next time I can't find something.
I am that mom who secretly WISHES I had it all together like some of my friends do.
I am that mom who swore I'd NEVER have a second child and now wouldn't trade her for anything in this world...and is now struggling with whether or not I want a third one.
I am that mom who can cook dinner, bathe the baby, talk on the phone, clean the bathroom, and fold clothes...all at the same time.
I am that mom who continues to be shocked at how much junk and how many crumbs continually occupy my backseat.