You wake up in the morning and discover a glittery foamy sticker on your belly button.
Sitting at your desk, you discover yourself softly humming the opening number from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse tv show.
The word “stiletto” is no longer in your vocabulary.
Your idea of a fancy dinner is one where you actually get to chew your food.
You start thinking “I gotta go potty” instead of “I have to use the ladies’ room.”
Your current hairstyle is “3 day old ponytail.”
You start wondering if there really ARE monsters hiding in the closet.
Your breakfast consists of the half-bitten pieces of muffin your child would not consume.
Your co-workers have sweetly nicknamed you “germfest.”
You spend much of your time daydreaming about creative ways to stain-guard your entire wardrobe.
Your grocery list is written in sky blue crayon, on yellow construction paper.
You current style icon is Fluttershy from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
You have justified the marker lines on your living room walls as “post-modern art.”
You have more “toy food” in your house than real food.
You use the word “nirvana” and “naptime” interchangeably.