Parenting, That Thing When…
You write in birthday, wedding, and Christmas cards using an Angry Birds pen.
Your idea of a ‘big night’ is getting 8 uninterrupted hours of sleep.
You learn to love the limitless creative possibilities of Lego.
You still sing in the shower, but now it’s something from the Nickelodeon channel.
You loathe the sharpness of Lego.
You start learning Spanish. From a little girl and her monkey friend.
Your children gather around you in the shower each morning to join in with the songs.
You can’t remember where you parked your car, but can recite any Dr Seuss book, in full, on the spot.
You’re not sure if the bottom of the washing basket actually even EXISTS any more.
You frequently visit urgent medical centers.
You lose your car keys, and just go straight to the sandpit to retrieve them.
You’re on a first name basis with every toy store shop assistant in town.
You go through a day of meetings before noticing the nerf dart sticking to the back of your shirt.
You learn to drive like a NASCAR star during school drop offs.
Your trips to the toilet apparently become the most convenient time for a family conference.
You understand that attempting bedtime routines with anything less than an elephant tranquilizer is futile.
You no longer understand the concept of being ‘bored’.