You Know You Are a Sleep-Deprived Parent When…

You pour milk over a bowl full of chocolate covered espresso beans and tell your kids you are eating cereal for breakfast.

You let your daughter go to daycare looking like this:


You try convincing your toddler that the best game in the world is the “who can sleep the longest” game.

You are quite certain Dora the Explorer knows the true meaning of life, but she is refusing to share her secrets.

You start envying dead people because of all the rest they are getting.

You spend your lunch break trying to convince the barristas at Starbucks that they need to invent something MUCH larger than a Venti or Trenta.

You start rationalizing that it wouldn’t be TOO TERRIBLE if you just took a quick catnap while your toddler and baby are taking a bath.
 
While changing the baby, you briefly contemplate adding a “weird looking baby poop” page to your Pinterest page because you think your friends would enjoy it.

Your breastmilk comes out looking and smelling like a latte.

You realize you have spent the last forty minutes daydreaming about dreaming.

You realize you have spent the last forty minutes daydreaming about dreaming.

In your blog post about sleep deprivation, you repeat the same sentence twice. And you are too lazy to fix it.
 
Your child asks you why your eyes make you look like a scary monster.

Your daughter asks you to play with her My Little Pony dolls, and you spend the entire time pretending your little pony is in a coma.