You know you are a parent when...

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Wet wipes are handy always: You use wet-wipes for practically almost everything! To take off your make-up, to get a stain out of your cloth, to clean your laptop, to clean your car-interior, to wipe your shoes etc

You have superpowers: Your ability to multitask, most especially to hear and talk to someone while your children scream and shout next to you. The fact that the person you’re talking to has no idea what you are talking about (because they can’t hear a word) doesn’t phase you one bit.
You can pick up and move hot objects without flinching. 
You never get sick. And if you do, you’re magically cured when your child gets sick.
You can see through walls.                  
You understand what your child is saying even when all they do is babble.


 
You become a hypocrite: That awkward moment when you’ve spent your entire parenting-life lecturing your kids about the dangers of smoking and drinking, and your teenager comes home early to find you and your friends playing beer-pong while you smoke the cigarettes you confiscated from them. 

Personal appearance: You begin to put less efforts in the way you appear. Brushing your hair and wearing make-up is reserved for special occasions. You have pea-nut butter in your hair and vomit in your ear and cloth. You go to work with that milk stain on your jacket and you shrug it off when notified

You spell out E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G: Because your three-year-old can’t spell yet and there are certain words that will trigger a tantrum.
You tell your spouse: “Honey, should we take the kids for I-C-E-C-R-E-A-M this weekend?”

You fall asleep during sex: Because you are so fagged out

You know the words to every single Frozen song: You find yourself watching C-beebies alone, or you subconsciously change the channel to Disney Junior when the kids are on a sleep night or fast asleep.

Dr. Poop: You suddenly become an expert poop-analyst. You have no problem discussing it at dinner-table with non-parents friends and you assume that everyone really really wants to hear you talk about the various colors, textures and aromas.         

.......the list goes on!!!