Well. How else was I supposed to know if he'd pooped or not? He was strapped down in his car seat. Whatever. Don't you judge me.
Anyway, he hadn't, so it's no big deal, OK?
I've only been a mom for three months, but already I've done many uncool things I never thought I'd do. Here's a list of a few of them:
- Change diapers in the dark. You kind of just have to use the Force, but it's doable.
- Call myself Mommy when talking to another adult in public.
- Hold my baby up in the air so I can sniff his diaper. Again, making sure there's no poop in there because we all know what happens if there's poop in his pants for more than 30 seconds.
- Go a whole day before remembering to wash my face or brush my teeth. (Dude, I know it's gross but nobody sees me.)
- Get up in the middle of the night by choice...well, kind of.
- Cry because of a television commercial. That poor rubber ducky.
- One night while washing my face before bed, instead of soap I nearly squeezed toothpaste into the palm of my hand. Luckily, I realized what I was doing before I had Crest all over my cheeks.
- Lately, I have a hard time remembering the exact word for things. For example, here's what I said: "Did you leave the, uh, you know, the, uh, the thing that gets hot and you get the wrinkles out of your clothes with it on?" Translation: "Did you leave the iron on?"
With motherhood comes great responsibility and great power...just not in the brain area.



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