How you know you're very definitely a mum and no longer a fabulously cool thrusting happening young thing...

[angelene]

Singing along to the Wombats single and replacing 'Let's dance to Joy Division...' with 'Call the Koala Brothers...'

Any others?

When I'm told by my teenagers not to answer the door as it may be their friends and I've got my 'funny clothes' on.

When you're out in town shopping and a sympathetic looking woman takes you aside to tell you your skirt's tucked into your pants at the back and you aren't embarrassed even though you know it's bee like that for the last half hour.

"When you quite happily put the rubbish out still wearing pyjamas, and glare at neighbours who stare and think you're a slut. Put jumper over same pyjamas and take kids to school."

That is so me!! One of our neighbours doesn't even bother to put a jumper over the top of PJ's - she just gets in the car in dressing gown and slippers! She is my idol... lol.

Loving this thread, tis v funny. Just what I need on a Friday morning when I was up til 3am last night.

when you're talking to a young friend about music and she says ''oh yeah, my mum loves that band...''
Shew has alwso said ::''I love your top - my mum has one like that!!''

When you're buying wine in a supermarket and the cashier turns to the supervisor for a nod that you're over 18....and you feel pathetically thrilled and a little giddy that he felt he had to (never mind that he has to do it with everyone)

when the thought of poo on you isn't actually the worst thing you can think of.

When you already do quite a lot of these things and realise that you are doomed because your first child isn't even due until November.

Especially the laundry - I came into work a bit late today because I wanted to get the wash on the line as it was going to be such a good drying day.

My SIL has the same shoes as my mum. She used to have over the knee shit-kickers teamed with glow in the dark print t-shirts and a nose ring (SIL, not mum ) and now has those lovely ones from the Clarks adverts, except in navy because "the white ones get scuffed so quickly".

When you ask the nice lady in the Spa to card you for buying Guiness for DH (who still seems to be avoiding premature ageing) because you just found a grey hair and pregnancy has made your bum double in size and no-one will sell you a pair of shorts that fit . And she asks to see your ID and says "never mind, love".

When you hear the name Angelina and think of ballerina, not Jolie.

When you go to a festival and only know who two of the bands are, and end up spending half of it asleep on the blanket you so thoughtfully bought with you.
Along with the mac(in case it rains), the sun cream (in case its hot) and the packed lunch sandwiches (to save paying extortionate sums for something from a food stall)

When the woman at the dermolagica counter tells you that the products for 'young skin' are no longer apropriate for you and you need the range for more 'mature' skin.

When your RL childless friends are amazed that you have mown the lawn, done the weekly shop, painted the lounge wall and been for a long walk along the canal, all before you met them for lunch at 12.30 pm...because they only got up at 11.45am, whilst you on the other hand were up with DD's at 6.20am.

When you hit 30.

When you find yourself rifling through the sale rail in a clothes shop and reach for a top at the same time as ... a woman in her sixties.

This happened to me this afternoon. I was nearly sick.

When you put on an ill-fitting, horrible cream-coloured cardi purely because it won't show milky-sick stains after DS has puked on it.

When your mum says 'Right I'm off now, we're going out at six, do you think I should wear the cream blouse or does linen crease too much? I could wear the black but I was saving that for tommorrow night...'grrrr rub it in why don't you!

When you realise that not only did you give birth in front of DH, your Mum & a nice midwife you'd never met before..

..........but you did a poo

13 years later I still blush..

"When you find yourself rifling through the sale rail in a clothes shop and reach for a top at the same time as ... a woman in her sixties."

Uhm, that was a mirror.

When you get a strange warm feeling and can't help smiling whenever you see Chris on CBeebies.

PS Thanks for that, lizinthesticks!

Wandering out in public in shockingly unsupportive nursing bras and just not caring how droopy you look.

Make up is a thing you dust off once every six months, by which time you've forgotten what goes where

After being a regular festival goer back in the dark ages, now watching Glastonbury smugly from my sofa with a glass of wine being grateful i'm not there although being disappointed that it's not a mud bath as seeing all the revellers suffer is the best bit!

When you find yourself licking a tissue and dabbing at DC's face...... (did this for the first time when DS1 was a few months old and it stopped me in my tracks.............I had become a "real" mum!!!)

When you realise tatoos are shite.

When you're happy to make do with the Ready Brek encrusted jumper you've been wearing for weeks, that you bought two years ago and don't buy yourself the lovely sparkly top you've just seen in Topshop because the kids need new shoes/clothes etc.

When, on your way downstairs from putting DS to bed, you stop to eat the imaginary slice of honey cake his teddy gave you a few minutes before and don't realise this is weird until after you've finished the cake and walked down the rest of the stairs.