You can’t remember what color your floor is under all the Cheerios, goldfish crackers, smushed peas and other various discarded food products.
You have heard the word “NO!” more frequently than any other word in the English language.
You have said the word “NO!” more frequently than any other word in the English language.
You cannot remember the last time you laughed so hard.
You have more conversations about “the potty” than you ever thought possible.
You are ready for bed long before your toddler is.
Your definition of “dirty” has changed dramatically.
You know who Dora, Peppa Pig, Thomas the Train and Yo Gabba Gabba are.
You have miniature toilets and other potty paraphernalia scattered around your house in places you would have deemed disgusting and inappropriate pre-toddler.
You find yourself doing a million of the things that you would have judged someone else for doing pre-toddler.
You find yourself sounding more and more like your mother.
You can’t remember the last time you used the bathroom alone.
If you are a man, you have taken more groan-inducing hits to your junk than an episode of “America’s Funniest Home Videos.”
You have been forced to abort your shopping mission and flee to your car due to a total meltdown… by toddler and/or yourself.
You know all the words to “Wheels on the Bus”… not to mention hand-motions.
You spend 50% of the time wondering how you got so lucky, and the other 50% wondering why you are being punished.
You are crazy enough to think about doing it all again…