--Your child, as a small toddler, is able to point out familiar fast food places on the road as you pass them and shouts out what you would order from there ("Medium Diet Coke!" or "Nachos Del Grande!")
-- You've had to call your credit card company before you head out to the store to make sure your card won't be declined when you go to pay
-- Popcorn in a bag purchased at Target has (at times) been deemed an acceptable dinner option
-- You are expert of the downlow phone calls while driving, because you are forced to forever multi-task on your way to soccer, doctor, grocery store, etc.
-- When you are at work you are trying to do personal stuff (figure out how to take time off for dentist appointments, calling those people who are only around during business hours). When you are at home, you are trying to finish up work because you can't come in early or stay late like the other teachers.
-- Along the same lines, when you have to take a sick day and send the little one to daycare anyways, just to go to the doctor's office and get a hair cut in peace.
-- The daycare sends home father's day cards to mom.
-- You turn on the TV for noise when he's at his dad's for the weekend, because the house seems a little
too quiet.
-- Your car is a rolling apartment with snacks, drinks, changes of clothing, crayons, paper, books, a folding chair, a case of bottled water, action figures, trash bags, etc.
-- You find yourself wanting to strangle the chick in RS who says "Well since my husband is in dental school/works long hours/travels a lot I'm basically a single mom."
Girl, you have no idea.
-- Your Netflix movies are, like, seven months old because you never have time to watch them.
--Your five year old is unphased sitting on the stool waiting and watching while you get your eye brows waxed.
-- You look forward to your weekend "off" but then find yourself working four hours later because you can't bear to go home to an empty house and then when you do get home, you are so exhausted you fall asleep before ten o'clock with the lights all on and the computer in your lap. So much for being a swingin' single...
-- You start finding children's TV characters sort of attractive (overlooking the fact that they are clearly gay):
-- Your siblings see your name on caller id and answer the phone with "I already have plans this weekend, I can't babysit"....
-- Your son recognizes the symbols on bathroom doors, but thinks the women's one applies to him, because you are too terrified to let him use a public bathroom alone.
-- You are fine with the fact that when navigating through your living room you will forever trip over a mess of small legos, blocks, action figures, soccer cleats, etc.
Anyone have anything else to add to the list?
