Motherhood is Bizarre.

After running my dish washer today I noticed what looked to be a clump of food at the bottom of the basin. Upon further inspection, I noticed it was actually a molar.

I don't know where this tooth came from, or moreover who it belonged to. And yet I took it out, dried it off and just put it on the counter.

Once you become a parent, you quickly learn how little shocks you.

Perhaps it's the cleaning of poop and God knows what else during those first few months of Mommydom.

The other day I found a pierogi in the couch.

Couldn't tell you the last time we had those for dinner.

But I am not grossed out. I am like, ok, that's bizarre and just keep going.

Finding underwear in the cupboard. Finding sticky residue all over stuff and having not the faintest clue where it came from.

I remember finding one of the kids ambilocal cords in a coffee mug once. Yes I saved them.

Again, not much disgusts me anymore.

I looked in my bread drawer last week and found I had begun to unwillingly conduct a science experiment with not one, but several varieties of bread. They had turned colors you couldn't imagine. Instead of dry heaving, I just plopped those bad boys in the trash and carried on.

I remember all of us getting food poisoning a few years ago and while I was throwing up in one garbage can, I was holding a bag for my youngest to puke in.

Motherhood.

The scariest hood you will ever go through.

Xoxo,

C.