...you sacrifice the larger bedroom to your children to save your living room from being a clusterfuck all the time. And because all you do is sleep* in your room anyway.
...broken bananas make you want to cry because they make your child cry.
...you go to bed when the kids do if you actually want to get sleep*.
...your bathtub is filled with toys that you try not to break your neck on every time you shower**.
...your house is a disaster area ALWAYS and you've given up on it ever looking nice.
...your fridge has marker on it. So do your walls, dressers, windowsills, and mini blinds.
...goldfish are a food group. The crackers. Not real goldfish.
...you consider a shower** your most peaceful and sacred time of day.
...Dr. Seuss is all you're reading these days. Unless you can squeeze in 5 minutes of alone time. During which time you probably wish you were getting sleep*.
...you've considered covering your floors with tarps.
Just a few tidbits.
*Sleep is a myth. One night Finn slept 6 hours straight. I got 5.5. I woke up at 2 am refreshed and ready to go. It was amazing. It may never happen again. I can't remember the last time I had regular sleep.
**Showers are also a myth. Hubby gets them every day. I aim for every 3. I love showers. I miss them.
DISCLAIMER: I wouldn't trade any of this for the world. But I might for just one night of solid sleep and a longer than 3 minute shower. So I just want 8 hours and 15 minutes. Then I'm good to go for a long time again.