I have a rock in my purse. It’s not a good luck charm or some priceless stone. It’s a rock that my daughter found in the front yard and insisted I carry in my purse. This is pretty much how it went down…
My 3 year old: (looking down at the gravel next to our driveway) Is this poop?
Me: Nope, it’s a rock.
My 3 year old: Can I have it?
Me: Uhhh, yeah, sure.
My 3 year old (staring intently in my eyes): Put it in your purse and NEVER take it out! NEVER!
So now next to my cell phone and wallet, a random rock has a home in my purse. Just one of the many ways my life has changed since becoming a mother. Here are 12 more ways my life has changed since becoming a mother to a Pre-Schooler.
My last party involved plastic tea cups and the guests were either stuffed or imaginary.
I have 1000’s of projects pinned on Pinterest, but to not have the patience, time or money to complete any.
Candy holds more worth than money.
My home has more abstract art than a NYC art gallery.
I no longer look forward to Christmas because of any festive reasons but purely for the fact that I can use the oh-so-effective disciplinary tactic referred to as “Santa’s watching”.
I wear tiaras around the house on a pretty regular basis.
I no longer get my makeup done at Sephora or the make-up counter at the mall. My makeup is “done” by a three year old with an affinity for blue eye shadow and glitter.
I have strong opinions about the personalities and life choices of animated characters.
My nightmares aren’t filled with scary visions of Freddy Krueger or a guy in a Scream Mask, but instead images of Chuck E Cheese have me waking up in a cold sweat.
I have literally committed a whole day trying to convince someone that they don’t need to be afraid of lint.
I am a human tissue.
My home is comprised of 25% living space, 25% laundry piles and 50% obstacle course.
I have been forced to sing so many renditions of “Old MacDonald” that I can accurately name and imitate more animals than any Zoologist.