Look at these little sweeties.
I made them.
I am aces at creating humans.
But, I cannot lie – the little people confuse me.
They operate on two spectrums – love and fight.
When they’re in each other’s good books, they can play for HOURS, they laugh, they giggle, they are a dream.
When they’re fighting, it’s this continuous banter of ” Go away, you’re bothering me, I wish I had a sister, don’t touch my toys, leave me alone, that’s mine!”
It would drive any sane person to drink. Heavily. This is why I can’t quit the Diet Coke & Starbucks – they are my vodka.
Coming from a family of five kids, I knew that sibling bickering and rivalry would be a given, but I had no idea it would start this early. And let’s be honest, it can only get worse with age, right?
I’m going to have to move out when they hit teenager. And buy super-powered earplugs.
Oh, and I plan on billing them for each gray hair I find from now on until they move out.
I’m nice like that.