You know you’re a mom when…
…You’re not fazed to be out in public with a large sticker on your back. The story: I was out shopping and waiting in line at a store on Sunday, when I felt a gentle poke to my shoulder. “Excuse me,” the man behind me said. “You have a sticker on your back.” I reached to the back of my shirt and confirmed that there was, indeed a circular Trader Joe’s sticker there – Zoe had put it on me earlier in the day, and I had completely forgotten about it. “Oh, thanks – it’s from my daughter,” I told the man as I peeled off the sticker with a shrug. Old-Michelle might have been mortified to be wandering through the mall like this (I had been to several stores before this one), but Mom-Michelle just had to laugh! And I couldn’t wait to tell Q and Zoe what had happened…
-M