You know you’re a parent when…

You sit down for a cup of tea/coffee during a child free moment, turn on the tv, and 10 minutes goes by before it occurs to you to change the channel from (insert cartoon/children’s program here).

You walk around the house singing nursery rhymes, rather than pop music.

You ‘pack’ your bag every time you leave the house – even if you’re just popping out to the shops. By yourself.

You get excited about bowel movements.

You sympathise with the parents of the screaming toddler at the supermarket, rather than pitying them.

Showering alone is no longer a right, but a privilege.

‘You’ time previously used for reading/painting toenails/napping is now used to do laundry/wash dishes/pick up toys. And you don’t mind.

The thought of travelling with children is no longer abhorrent. (I know, I was surprised too.)

You realise that despite the early mornings, snotty noses, endless whinging and even more endless (if that’s possible) poop – you not only love your child, but actually like them, and want to be around them. Weird, huh?