It dawned on me the other day when I grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and wiped my nose on the reverse side that the longer I’m a stay-at-home parent the more I’m starting to become like my children. With this new realization, I really don’t know how I’ll ever fit back in to the workforce again when the time comes to return.

I hide in the closet to eat things I know I shouldn’t.

I announce when I have to go potty.

I call it “potty” even when surrounded by adults.

I need to be reminded to brush my teeth.

I get cranky if I don’t get a nap.

I wipe my hands on my clothes.

I thoroughly enjoy drinking through a straw.

I like to take my pants off for naps.

I drink chocolate milk at lunch.

I’m sad when daddy has to leave for work.

I get really excited when there’s something fun in the mail for me.

I need snacks for the car when running errands.

I’m ready to go to bed by 7:00 p.m.