They look so cute in the movies and are seriously irresistible when attached to someone else. They’re pretty and polished when on display, but it’s simply impossible to know how much work that takes until you have some of your own.
I’m talking about children in case you’re confused. I have nothing against them of course. In fact, I have three of my own and am really quite fond of each one of them. Alright, I love them to death, if you must know.
But let’s cut the to the crazy here – they are work and they wreck the house. No, no, they don’t mean to cause any bother. They’re just living their little lives, going about their important business, learning to function in this great big world. But man, nothing is left standing in their wake.
So, save your money, folks. Do not invest in wildly wonderful and exorbitantly expensive treasures. They will not go the distance unless they’re bubble wrapped, vacuum packed and under lock and key, stored nowhere near where you actually live.
You might feel I’m being a drama mama. I’m not. I swear.
They’ll work on ‘projects’ in your freshly cleaned kitchen and you will find melted wax and splattered paint in every corner for weeks on end. You’ll spend scrupulous hours decorating their rooms only to find your carefully chosen and expertly applied paint sabotaged with stickers, posters and pushpins. You’ll buy new pillows and discover them on the hair-infested floor, which reminds me, children will also use their magical powers to convince you that welcoming animals in to share your home, not to mention help them in their endeavor of destruction, is somehow a great idea.
You’ll wash and iron their clothes and uncover them back in the basket a (very) short while later with a pocket torn away. You’ll haul the couch covers off to give them a spin and find an ink stain ten minutes after you’ve put them all back on.
And, you’ll cherish all of it.
I’ve been married 20 years today and my kids are 17, 14 and 12 and a ½. I wouldn’t trade any of them it for a pristine house in the Cotswolds, even if they did carve “poop” into my dining room table.
Yes Hazy we love our children no matter what!!!
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Weird, hey? ;0)
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I hear you! I’ve got two teenagers, and as they grow older I’m acutely aware of how brief their time with us is. I guess the answer is to enjoy the chaos before it’s gone!
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“I’m acutely aware of how brief their time with us is.” This got me right where it hurts. 🙂
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Mine are 37 and 39 – wish they were 2 and 4 again. “Poop” is hilarious. Be glad they didn’t do “vajajay” or “pecker.” I remember when my oldest was very young and had heard too much “grownup” language. The preacher came for supper -thank God in heaven he couldn’t understand what my cherubic child was saying. LOL
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LOL, Marilyn. You’re cracking me up! I never thought I’d wish to go back to those days, but every day brings me closer to knowing that is exactly what’s happening.
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I laughed at the ‘poop’ scratched into the table (although I probably wouldn’t be laughing if it was on my table). Children are THE BEST! Enjoy every second of it 😀
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You will laugh when I tell you I have recently sanded out that table…you’re familiar with sanding, right? ;0) And, I just had to take a photo for posterity. Aww, they are the best, aren’t they?!
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ARGH – sanding! Which reminds me – I must get back to it ….
😉
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Happy (belated) anniversary!!! Much love to you and your man! Kudos on the 20 years! (btw, it took me almost 5 minutes to log in to WP to “like” this as I seem to have forgotten my password! oops!) ❤
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Thanks so much, Sarah! P.S. You should write your passwords down. You’re getting old, you know!! ;-P
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Brilliant final line!
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Brilliant and true! :0(
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You’ve got an award! Congrats! http://syl101.wordpress.com/2013/07/11/twin-awards/
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