My brother-in-law and his wife graciously agreed to watch the children for us this week, since John and I had conflicting church assignments.
The baby is VERY attached to being constantly held by me, boy 1 was anticipating school starting the next day, boy 2 was running a fever and has developed a fear of monsters, and lil' girl, well, she's two. It happens.
When I returned home it was to find both of them a little wide eyed and ready to run out the door. "We decided we don't want kids now." They told me.
"You're welcome." I said.
"No, really." they said. "The kids were really hard. They fought with each other and cried because they were hungry and made the baby cry even more."
I tried to be sympathetic, I think the snickers kind of ruined it though.
Welcome to my world. The difference is no-one is going to come and rescue me. I keep waiting for that responsible adult to show up and take over. It hasn't happened yet.
1 comment:
sorry J I laughed too. Before I had kids I thought it was 80% fun 20% hard stuff. It's more like 90% hard... but that 10% good part suprisingly makes up for it all.
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