Sleep is for the weak. (That last one...my toddler stomped on my head this morning to check if I was awake yet.)
Your voice takes on a life of its own.
Bathrooms are not sanctuaries. Bedrooms are not sanctuaries. Sanctuaries are not sanctuaries. Privacy is a line...that will be ignored. It's okay, you'll return the favor.
Work and family become amalgamous.
You always feel like a crazy person, the reasons vary from moment to moment.
You have not really panicked until you have a child.
No parent is perfect....
...But if you devote your all to parenthood with love, the rewards are endless.