Yesterday was terrible. With my kids, I mean. It was one of those kinds of days where if someone who was thinking about having kids asked me how I like being a mom, I would have first had to contain both children in their room and then would probably have said something like...
Parenting...hmm. Yeah, it's...a...trap. You'll see all these cute pictures of cute kids, and you'll think maybe you'd like one or two of your own. Then you'll maybe have one or two, and gosh they're cute, but you don't really count on never sleeping again until six months later you realize you haven't slept since they were born. Don't worry! That passes. And then they start walking and climbing and talking and it's so cool until they figure out they can hit you in the face with the stinky diaper they just discovered they can take off by themselves. It's ok, they don't do that very often. And you'll love them anyway, although you'll probably be traumatized. When they grow out of that phase, they're super sweet. Until they start potty training, which is like a unique torture method just for parents, and you'll spend days on end just waiting for the next mess you'll have to clean up because some kids are anti-potty until they're five. And if you don't completely lose your mind after all that, they'll find a new way to break you, like maybe turning on the burners of the gas stove and setting stuffed animals on top and screaming and kicking you when you rescue them from being burned and they'll tell you they were COOKING DINNER and why can't they ever have any fun? Um...so...what was the question? How do I like being a mom? Oh, yeah, I love it.
...today has been way, way better.