- I've grown accustomed to being sticky all the time. I don't even try to figure out the source anymore.
- I will leave the house in much the same state as when I got up, bed head and all. More than once, I have found out later that part of my clothing was on inside out. On a good day, it's just my underwear.
- I no longer cringe at consuming partially eaten food off her plate, some bits I look forward to.
- I've used the car window as a hair dryer on my commute. And thought the resulting "style" looked okay.
- I have a remarkable threshold for caffeine that defies scientific reason.
- I've memorized every one of the Clifford books, and now make up new story lines just to amuse myself.
- I like watching Old School Sesame Street more than my child does.
- I have suddenly remembered all the lyrics to stupid childhood songs. And I thought that trick was only good for the theme song to Gilligan's Island.
- I will sing. In public. And this is frightening to all of us. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
- I can continue about my day no matter what and how much of a substance (usually, not always, food) has been spilled on me.
- I remembered how funny it is to fart out loud (yeah, in public) and shout, "I pooted!" while laughing.
- I have more fun than my child does when we play chase through the house. I worry about having to grow up and play dolls soon, 'cause that game will require me to think.
- I eat things off the floor even though I am the only one who knows just how filthy it is. We don't have a dog.
You can find a link to this post (I hope) and others at the upcoming week's carnivals. Last week's features were mentioned in:
The Carnival of the Recipes: Let's-Do-Lunch Edition
The Carnival of Family Life, Dubai Edition
The Vegetarian Carnival #6
91st Carnival of the Green at Green Options