You know you're a mother when you cut your husbands sandwich in the same way that you cut your youngest child's sandwich and you don't think anything of it.
You know you're a mother when you pour milk in a sippy cup and put it in your husband's place for dinner.
When do you know you're a mother?
You know you're a mother when you pour milk in a sippy cup and put it in your husband's place for dinner.
When do you know you're a mother?
LOL, Christine! I do the same things. I've also caught myself listening to "Schoolhouse Rock" in the car when it's just me. :)
ReplyDeleteHilarious! Sounds like something I would do, too!
ReplyDeleteSo funny! I always end up asking if he wants the sandwich cut Cowboy or Indian style! (straight or diagonal cuts)
ReplyDeleteThank you for not only being a mother, but being also His and my edifying daughter!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for not only being a mother, but being also His and my edifying daughter!!!
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