You know when...
You know you're treading onto territory you never wanted to get even light-years close to
when you find yourself wearing slippers that look like this:
*Why did they feel the need to carve that weird toe hole?
One of the many questions I have saved up for Heaven,
when all will be realized.
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You know your children have been spending entirely too much time with these two...
...When you call your one year old niece to have your children sing "Happy Birthday" to her and they INSIST on singing "Feliz cumpleaños" and do so, in perfect pitch and amazing cadence, considering their native (and only) tongue is English.
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You know you have reached a point of near celebrity-type adoration
when you come home from school, wet from the rain and receive both a massage and hair dry upon sitting down.
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You know your husband is a good, albeit confused(he is nearing fifty)man
when he can be heard mixing music (a little bit Barney and a little bit folksy) in the living room while changing diapers at 6am in the morning:
"I love you.
You love me.
We're a GREAT BIG family,
with a knick-knack paddywack give a
dog a bone,
This old man came rolling home."
(We NEED to get away. Far away. For a long time. To a place with no trace of any singing animals, children or dinosaurs. Or old lady slippers with cut-out toes).
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You know when you've officially turned into the quintessential 1950's "Housewife"
when you get a shiver up your leg from an appliance advertisement, such as the one below. Not only that, but you dream of the day when the novel in you've had marinating in your head for years makes it's way to 'paper', then a publisher, next #1 on the New York Times Bestseller List and then into a blockbuster movie (it can happen, right Kathryn Stockett?). It will be then I will be able to purchase this and it's kitchen-mates (the refrigerator and a coordinating Hoosier). Oh, and build a wing onto the local children's hospital.
and finally...
You know when you're still going through
Facebook with drawl
when you start posting on your blog every other day.
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Your turn!
You know when....(go ahead. make me and the rest of us feel normal).
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