I know I've had 5 when:
*The pacifier that's been behind the crib for weeks is found, given a brief dusting, and happily given to the screaming child in the crib.
*Leftover food from my oldest are passed down through the next 2 kids until it's finally gone.
*My older child has to inform me that one of the babies is crying.
*Even after being through the laundry, the waist of my pants is still creased from the muffin-top that is my stomach.
*One kleenex is used to wipe 4 runny noses.
*If the onesie is just a little wet or just a bit poopy, it's got a lot of wear left.
*I don't bother changing my spit-up stained outfit until it's time for bed.
*Toilets get flushed at certain times of the day. One in the morning, one in the evening. Unless by some miracle, someone under 7 remembers to flush.
*I make my 2-year-old do the vacuuming.
*Sometimes french fries, tomato sauce, or onion rings qualify as a serving of veggies.
*Everywhere I turn, I see a framed picture of one of my children smiling back at me.
*I have to catch myself in the process of starting to cut up my husband's steak.
*If it doesn't smell, it's clean enough.
*Sometimes trying to come up with a name ends up sounding like family role-call.
*I gear my 7-month-old's readiness for certain solids based on what I've seen him successfully consume off the floor from under the kitchen table.
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