How you know you're a mom

You spend your whole day doing things you just did.
You remember judging other moms for the way they handled their children, but now you wish you could remember their tricks.
An ounce of milk is suddenly a very, very important thing.
You keep thinking about all the things you will get done when the kids go to sleep, but when they finally do, you are too tired to care anymore.
A solid night's sleep is the stuff of dreams, but when you first get it, you wake up in a cold sweat.
You wonder how such teeny, tiny clothes build up into such huge mountains.
You wonder how those teeny, tiny clothes cost so much.
You want to spend any extra money in your budget (or even part of your grocery budget) on little outfits that they will outgrow in a matter of minutes.
You have entire loads of laundry that you do so that you can pack them up in boxes to save for the next baby.
You don't even want to think about the next baby.
You hold someone else's teeny tiny baby and suddenly want another one.
You dream of going out on a date, but can't stop thinking and talking about the little one at home.
You are suddenly grateful that you don't remember a thing from the first few years of life. You know there is a divine reason that you don't remember your own birth, or teething, or diaper rashes, or the frustration of crying when no-one knows what you want.
The hours drag on, but the days fly by.