You know you are a Mother when...

I found this poem (in myriad of "stuff" I am unearthing in my house!).  I hope you enjoy it!

You Know You Are a Mother When…

• You count the sprinkles on each kid’s cupcake to make sure they are equal.
• You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
• Your kid throws up and you catch it.
• Someone 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 quantities of pancakes and eggs on a plate without anything touching.
• 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 one your child eats.
• You find yourself cutting your husband’s sandwiches into cute shapes.
• 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 say, at least once a day, I’m not cut out for this job,” but you know you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

-- Author Unknown