I complain constantly about my kids reeking destruction on my house, tearing me in 6 different directions all at once. Their concept that my world revolves on their axis, their imitations of a flopping fish breathing its last breaths when they dont get what they want, the endless debates, and the gray hairs that are now covering my head almost completely at only 50 is making me lose my fruit loops!. The simple act of taking away their phone becomes a 2 hour drama movie. I want to explode when my husband turns into a blithering idiot and can't seem to communicate anything but, "I heard you", "Yea", "What"? or the very worst: A BLANK DUMB STARE!.
But the truth be told, the worst feeling I could ever imagine, would be living without any one of them; although a night without ANY of them, in a quiet hotel room is required occasionally!
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