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You know you're a mother if... |
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you use more than one gallon of bleach a week. |
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you find yourself saying, "The kitty's legs don't go that way", followed by "Kittys don't dance". |
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your new scent is baby spit-up. |
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you get excited about new choices in baby food at the store. |
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instead of important papers in your glove compartment, you have diapers and wipes. |
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you leave the room for a moment, and come back to Iwojima being refought in your seat on the couch. |
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you have bruises on the bottom of your feet from legos, plastic army men, etc. |
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for some inexplicable reason the paper from your printer disappears and reappears as artwork on your fridge. |
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you have to buy extra cabinetry for toys. |
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you find your keyboard sticky. |
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you buy stock in the juice box industry to recoup losses |
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you have nickjr.com in your favorites. |
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haven't seen your floor in a year. |
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