Yes, I fed the dog.

My bath-towel is not communal.
My sweatshirt is not a Kleenex.
My purse is not a candy machine or an ATM.
My new perfume is half empty.
My toothbrush smells funny.
By the time everyone is settled at the table, my dinner is cold.
First to wake, last to sleep.
I've caught throw-up in my bare hand.
I comb hair, wipe butts, scrub feet, scramble eggs endlessly.
I kiss owies all better.
I know where your wallet is, your glasses, your back pack, shoes, sippy cup, and most favorite polka dot headband in the whole wide world.
I'm squishy. My feet hurt. I trim my own hair.
I'm the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, and party planner.
I am comfortably settled in this little niche in a great big world.
Never imagined.
Never expected.
Never trade.