5 signs that I've lost my cool

1.When I go clothing shopping, I no longer base my purchases on color, fit or brand but instead on how easily accessible they are for breastfeeding. If I can find a shirt that I can discreetly slip down in two seconds flat with a screaming baby in my arms, I'll buy it in three colors.

2.My favorite tube of raspberry shine lipstick has disappeared from my purse and has been replaced anti-bacterial hand wash and a pacifier. I haven't really needed lipstick anyway since the day that it got smeared all over the top of my son's overly kissable head.

3.It takes me more than two hours to get ready in the morning but I still leave the house with wet hair and mismatched socks.

4.I need to replace the "We Sing Silly Songs" CD in my car stereo because the words to "Pop Goes the Weasel" have been stuck in my head for three days and I just caught myself singing it out loud while waiting for my coffee at Starbucks.

5.While I was pureeing veggies for my son's baby food the other day, I took a little taste test. Three bites later, I added a bit of cinnamon and had pureed sweet potatoes for lunch. To my defense, it's awfully hard to make a sandwich with a squirmy baby in your arms.