How You Know

You know you’ve been low-carbing it for a while when you’re praying with the kids and hear yourself say “forgive us this day our daily bread.”

True story.

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You know you’re a Catholic mom when you say to the son who’s too busy talking to pick up his socks:
“Hey! Hey! Get back on over here and pick up your socks. Don’t even start that ‘I was talking’ business. St Denis got his head chopped off and he didn’t stop talking. No sir, he just picked up his head and kept on walking and preaching all the way back to the cathedral. If he can pick up after himself, no excuses from you.”

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You know you might have overdone it at the gym when getting a loaf of bread off of the supermarket shelf sounds something like  “Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh Mylanta that hurts!”

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 You know you’ve eaten a lot of meat when you’re making breakfast and think “Bacon? Again? Really?”

Just kidding. Is anyone every really tired of bacon?

Okay…me…just a little bit.

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You know you’re desperate for sleep when you google “Why am I waking up at 3AM?” and it says something about nutritional deficiency and to drink orange juice with cream of tartar in it before bedtime, and you think “Why not?” So you drink it three nights in a row and still have no clue if it works because the baby has decided that 3AM is a great time to be awake.

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You know you have a certain reputation when your husband gives you a plant for Valentine’s Day and refers to it as “the victim.”

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You know that you’re almost done with the book when you’re looking at and approving photos for the cover.

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