You might be a parent if....

After a couple of days of frantic cleaning and laundry and some schedule adjusting that isn't going so well, I had a new post strike my brain. You might be a parent if any of these things have happened to you.

You might be a parent if when walking through your house you realize that should the toys ever come alive you are outnumbered by hundreds.

You might be a parent if you have uttered (read yelled/shouted/freaked out with) the words "Don't do that!" at least fifty times in one day.

You might be a parent if you have had an internal debate on whether or not anyone will notice that you are wearing the same yoga pants from two days ago.

You might be a parent if you can identify the smell of rotten milk coming from under a seat in your minivan before anyone else. (Now, I should mention that credit of this discovery goes to Husband, where as both myself AND my super nosed sister in law could not find the source of the rank smell.)

You might be a parent if your first fight of the day with your child is over the clothes she wore yesterday, and whether or not she can wear them again today.

You might be a parent if you wore sweatpants to Walmart at 11:30 p.m. upon discovering that there was no cereal for breakfast in the morning.

You might be a parent if you get more excited about a new Disney movie than your child, because you know it can used as bribery in the future.

You might be a parent if 8p.m. feels late.

You might be a parent if you get excited because Husband tells you he washed a couple of pairs of your sweatpants so you'd have clean clothes for the next two weeks.

You might be a parent if you know the theme song to one of the following: Phineas and Ferb, Bob the Builder, SuperWhy, Go, Diego, Go!, or Little Einsteins.

You might be a parent if you have ever woken up to a foot in your face.

You might be a parent if you were completely comfortable laying a towel down on the bed after the third spit up incident in the middle of the night.

You might be a parent if you have held a lengthy conversation about poop with another adult. 

You might be a parent if you say you have to go potty instead of go to the bathroom. At work. To your co-workers.

You might be a parent if you have blindly swatted at the backseat not caring which child you made contact with.

You might be a parent if you understand nonsense gibberish and made up words without having to think about what your child just said.

You might be a parent if you have had macaroni and cheese with hot dogs more than twice in one week. 

You might be a parent if you have had macaroni and cheese with hot dogs more than twice in one DAY.

You might be a parent if philosophical conversations are about where Max and Ruby's parents are, and why Calliou is such a whiny little shit.

You might be a parent if you know who Max and Ruby and Calliou are.

You might be a parent if you are no longer afraid at the mystery food in the bottom of the sink.

You might be a parent if said mystery food gets scooped out by hand.

You might be a parent if you hear a crying baby when no one else does. From across the house. And down the stairs. 

You might be a parent if  every single funny parenting meme has happened to you or applies to you in some way.

You might be a parent if your main source of entertainment is those parenting memes because you don't really have time to sit down and entertain yourself any other way.

You might be a parent if you have had one or some or all of this list happen to you at least once. 

Have a great day friends, and remember You Are Not Alone :D