Being yelled at because you flushed your four year old’s poop, before he could say goodbye to it.
It’s changing 2 shitty diapers within 5 minutes of each other because the baby wasn’t finished.
Receiving approximately 72 headbutts to the nose during each child’s life.
Pretending to be civilized in the park (and succeeding!)until your offspring decides to hop up onto any available platform, and start pissing a pretty picture into the concrete.
Motherhood is having an embarrassingly long list of stories involving bodily fluids.
It is relating to that mom at the grocery store pushing a cart and a stroller by herself while trying to tame 3 hyped up kids and simultaneously grab all the groceries she needs.
Motherhood is feeling the same level of excitement for a new $8 Walmart coffee pot, as you felt for the brand new subs you blew all your graduation money for when you were 18.
Motherhood is, owning not one stain free outfit.(But who am I kidding? I couldn’t pull that off even if I was kid-free.)
Motherhood is so many things. Stressful. A learning curve. Beautiful. Exhausting. But most of all, it’s pure entertainment.