Signs of Motherhood

I love being a mother, but it has definetly taken a toll on me. These are a couple of sure signs that I am a mother.

One.

My memory is just terrible. I am constantly walking into rooms and asking myself, "Why did I come in here?" I must make 3 or 4 trips upstairs each morning before I have all that I need to get the kids and myself ready for the day. I mean, seriously, why is it that I forget that Ryan needs socks? I make an extra trip for them each morning.
My keys. I search for them every time I go to get in the van. It seems to take 5 minutes or so to find them and what about the times that I don't even realize they are missing. Like yesterday when I went to get Ryan and Lilly from daycare, I went to get Ryan first and then Lilly. I was about to walk out to the van when I realized I had forgotten Lilly's diaper bag. Thankfully one of the staff heard my disbelief and felt sorry for me because they volunteered to get the bag for me. When she returned she also had my keys. I am sure the workers in Lilly's room think I am loopy most of the time. Oh, but maybe other mothers have these same characteristics and they consider it the norm.
And then this very morning I told a friend of mine I'd meet her downtown with the kids and we'd stroll our children around and put Buddy Walk posters in business windows. I get downtown, find a great parking place and then realize that I don't have the stoller. I said a few choice words at that point. We decided to try again another day.

Two.

Why is it that there are always spots or stains on my clothing? I am not that messy am I? I must have 10 white shirts and all of them have a stain and if they don't have a stain then some little hand always manages to smear oatmeal or yogurt or something worse on me before I can get out the door. Oh, but you've got to love it and wear it like a badge of honor. :)