You may have seen me before. I'm the mum who...
...was growling at her kids in the back seat and accidentally reversed into a lamp post
...more than once has had to march her wailing air-raid siren of a daughter through a crowded Mall, as all eyes turned to stare
...was late to school because she couldn't get the car started (so had to quickly run all the way) - only to discover later that the car wasn't broken, just in the wrong gear
...you can hear from up the street yelling for her kid to get off the trampoline at 7pm
...is almost always running late (and blames it on the toddler's pooey nappy)
...caves when her kids ask for a cookie at bedtime (and then worries about their teeth)
...hates brussels sprouts with a passion and would never serve them up to her kids (but often worries that they don't eat enough fruit and veg)
...gives inconsiderate drivers dirty looks and calls them idiots... only to hear her kid say from the back seat: "Man, they should really learn to drive, aye Mum?"
...takes photos of everything. And I do mean everything.
...looks forward to a couple of nights away from her kids... only to get there and miss them so much it's like a physical ache
...thinks that kissing velvety cheeks and holding chubby little hands are two of the best things in the world
...regularly wonders if she's doing a good enough job as a mum
...often feels overwhelmed by the hugeness of the responsibility
...wouldn't trade motherhood for a Million Bucks, even if it is the hardest job in the World. (It is - Oprah said so.)
Yep, that's me. So what about you?