You are a M.O.M. when.....
you hear a thud, thud, and then a few seconds of silence followed by loud screaming and you finish putting the dishes away and wait for the child to walk into the room before you tell them they are okay. After all they just fell off the back of the couch onto their head, which you told them not to do a thousand times.

This is one of those experiences that made me a M.O.M. in my teenage years. I got used to the boys I babysat to be rambunctious and for someone to always get hurt. Usually nothing to life changing.