Thirty dirty little fingers in your bag of Doritos
Doing enough laundry to stock a Goodwill
Being happy about sleeping in...all the way until 7am!
Calls from the school nurse informing you that your child ran into a pole
The phrase: "Because I said so."
Baby puke down your shirt
Every car ride you take will sound like a football stadium on Superbowl Sunday
The "is this chocolate...or poop?" game
Realizing you sound like your mom
Attempting to brush tiny teeth that are trying to chomp you
Poop in the tub
Poop on the floor
Poop in your bed
Poop on poop
I could go on....but we might be here a while.
The sources of my frustrations:
All these "cons," however, are balanced nicely by one gigantic pro. For 18 years, you have unlimited excuses to do all the kid stuff you want! Basically, you have an excuse to act like a child all over again. So, when I volunteer to take my kids on an outing so my husband can get work done around the house, I'm basically volunteering to play like a child while my husband does chores. I think I have the better end of this deal. He hasn't quite caught on yet.
What does this mean exactly?
It means going to the playground...and actually PLAYING (hey, you can do this without kids if you aren't squeamish about giving off the impression that you're a pedophile). Sidenote: they should really make adult-sized playgrounds...for adults!
It means throwing back your head and screeching excitedly while flying up and down on the teeter-totter.
It means the uninhibited love of siblings (often displayed through pig piles and punching fits).
It means walking UP all the slides.
(you guys, that is REALLY, really fun)
It means "testing" a package (or two) of Ninja Turtle fruit snacks before giving them to the kids.
It means hundreds and hundreds of underdogs.
It means that your primary method of transportation is giggling foot races with humans half your size.
It means the wonderful smells of newly sharpened-pencils, freshly opened backpacks, and never-before-worn clothes from an afternoon of back to school shopping.
It means jumping in ball pits. And running down hills. And rainbow sherbet ice cream cones with gummy bear toppings.
It means spontaneous bike rides to 7-11 for Redbox movies and Sour Patch Sour Slurpees at 8:00pm. (Which is exactly what we did tonight after our trip to the park!)
But riding in the stroller when you get tired...three blocks in.
And riding through sprinklers on the way home!
But, then you get to tuck all your kids into bed and stay up for an adult bedtime while you enjoy adult beverages and close your eyes to 33% of the scenes in Game of Thrones.
Hmmm, I guess they're kinda worth it.