I never finish a cup of coffee.

I rarely sit down.

I could buy stock in milk, bread, and chips.

I vacuum a lot.

All my white shorts have grass stains.

My car is a mess.

I find army guys everywhere.

I dream of pooping alone.

The bathroom is always wet.

I get nervous about what I’ll find in the laundry pile

My mascara is often used as a sword.

All my blankets have become capes.

I have boys.

I belly laugh hourly.

I get high fives for burping.

I wake up excited for the adventures of the day.

I rescue lizards, frogs, and butterflies.

Strangers smile at me.

I receive monster hugs and wet kisses.

I have learned that bed hair can look cool.

I lay in his bed and listen to him breathe.

I love to smell his hair after bath time.

When he cries, a piece of my heart tears and all I want to do is hold him tight.

I get lots of arm rubs and snuggles.

I feel like a superhero.

I wonder what beauty tomorrow will bring.

I am so in love with my little boys.

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