It has happened. I have turned into one of those parents. I am now one of those parents who doesn't even notice the crazy that happens in my own house.
I remember when Alexis was about two years old that it was weird how I had this kid who clearly could function just fine on less sleep than me, but there wasn't anyone who had warned me that it might happen. For a while I thought it was just that she was a freak (which she is, to be honest), but no, it turns out that the parents whose kids don't need sleep just don't even notice it after a while. (They're probably too tired to care.) I have absolutely reached the point where I don't even think about it when I go to bed before the kid.
Pretty much every parent finds themselves saying something completely ridiculous to a kid, but doesn't bat an eyelash while doing it. Things like, "Get your hands out of your pants and eat your dinner," just turn into what passes as a normal conversation.
The thing that frequently causes me to wonder what the heck is wrong with me, though, is the toys. THE TOYS. Strewn all throughout our house are various toys that are left in some of the weirdest positions and manners. I don't even pause when I find a naked Barbie doll anymore because, well, they're ALL naked around here. I'd worry about that fact, but I long ago realized that it's just normal life with a 5-year old girl.
This, however, actually made me stop and wonder.
I asked Alexis for an explanation as to why two male dolls were naked and underneath a car and she said, "Barbie is mad at them."
Well, then. I probably should have seen that answer coming.