… this is considered not THAT messy.
… you run out of pads so use a nappy in the interim.
… you discover you haven’t actually run out of pads, you’re brain was just too fried to see them so now you’re a grown woman wearing an infant boy’s nappy for no reason.
… the idea of having a cocktail with the girls makes you so excited that you can’t sleep… for the entire month beforehand, because that’s how far in advance you have to arrange things.
… you’ve forgotten how to go to the toilet unsupervised.
… a good day is when you get to brush your teeth.
… one spew on your top isn’t enough to make you change it.
… you enjoy snuggling in bed on your own even more than a university student.
… your food intake is even worse than a university student’s. It consists of half sucked on left overs.
… the idea of giving yourself a timeout is appealing.
… having a headache is not an excuse, it’s a way of life.
… the spirit is willing but the body is exhausted.
… your partner’s very presence infuriates you for no particular reason.
… you’re always hungry but never get food because your children steal it.
… you think it’s okay to sniff another human’s butt.
… you think of creating a blanket fort and hiding in it on a regular basis.
… chocolate is your bed fellow.
… you go to put laundry away, forget what you’re doing, go to make a cup of tea, forget you made it, go to find clean clothes, can’t find them, then drink cold tea you have just discovered.
…. ask your 27 year old babysitter if she’s been taking her probiotics, because apparently everyone needs to be babied by you now… awkward.
… you have no desire to get out of your pajamas.
… a baby comes bursting out of your vagina, or in the cases like my twins thanks to an emergency c section, out of your stomach (alien style).