Kids

Kids are f'in hard work.  I had a day last week where I was watching all 3 of them and I thought, "no way am I having a fourth.  This is HARD."  But the thing is, I would tell people to have kids - lots of them - in a heartbeat.  Have them, foster them, adopt them, whatever.  Because the thing is, at the end of my roughest day, I don't regret it for one second.  I don't think, "I'd rather be backpacking Europe or on a beach in Thailand."  Or whatever else super sexy thing there is that even all the people sans-kids are NOT doing right now.  I'd love to do those things, and I will, but at the end of a totally craptastic day I don't think, "What am I doing with my life? This sucks!"  I just think, "That totally sucked.  I need wine."  I know what I'm doing with my life.  Sometimes at the end of a really crappy workday at my former job I'd think, "Why am I here?  These people don't appreciate me and there is no career path that I want here.  I could be doing something better."  But I don't feel that in this particular grind.  I'm raising 3 pretty amazing girls and I am enthralled with their progress through life in a way that no one else is.  The day to day of it can get mind-numbing, but the flashes of insight into where we are now versus where we were last month - awesome!  E and B are getting self-sufficient, and that is wonderful and a little bit unbelievable.  L is a little firecracker and I just adore her to pieces, even though her demands make me overwhelmed.  It's like that.  So if I tell you one day what a bad day I've had, don't think to yourself, "Man, I never want kids."  Think, "Man, I hope I'm up to that crazy job!"  And if you're not, have a glass of wine and see if that makes it better.

Now I'm going to watch Ender's Game with my man-pony, cuz that's how we roll.