In the season of thanks, I cannot think of anything that I am more thankful for than simply being a mom. As moms, we work long days — long days that are filled with the unexpected, the infuriating, and the questionable. We live by a set of mom truths. In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I celebrate mom truths. Our lives would not be as full without them.
The new 9 a.m. is 5 a.m. Why, then, isn’t the new 11 p.m. 7 p.m.?
Housework waits for no one. Sleep waits for everyone.
Applesauce does hair gel make. Hair gel does not applesauce make.
No clearer has the world been seen than the night you had eight hours to dream.
Know your limits. A loud proclamation of “THAT’S ENOUGH!” is a pretty clear indication you’ve reached them.
Spilled milk is not something to cry over. Tears are best saved for the emptied lotion bottles, hidden smeared, rotting bananas, and crayon-covered work reports.
Growth happens quickly. Each stage only happens once. Thank goodness.
Inspiration fills your dinner menu. Or so you thought. Until your child informs you the taste is reminiscent of poop.
Victories are in the eye of the beholder. One smell is gone, but the next will be much bolder.
Implied rules must be eliminated. Do not pee in the dishwasher must be stated.
Nighttime is your best friend. Or your worst enemy, or sometimes both.
Give a hug, get a hug only happens on a good day. Get a hug out of the blue and you’re having one of the best days.