There are many times that I realize, "Wow, I'm a mom."
Like picking up Miss Potato Head pieces 8 times a day, picking up play kitchen spoons, knives and plates over and over, picking up Bella after slipping on Miss Potato Head's lips, wondering why I bought things with 1500 pieces, and finding sippy cups all over the place. (Notice Exhibit A) I must clean the kitchen 3 times a day. But you can't tell. My house is usually a disaster. And you know what? Although I'd rather use that time in other ways sometimes, I still love every minute of it.