Being a parent is one of the greatest gifts I have ever been given. But it’s also one of the hardest gifts I have ever been given.
The times when The Baby won’t sleep, won’t eat, and won’t poop, and The Toddler won’t nap, won’t comply and won’t listen.
The times when milk bombs are thrown across the living room, when car rides turn into scream fests, and when huge grown turds come out of the children’s butts.
Whatever. It. Takes.
And on these days, just getting through the day sans too many tears on anyone’s part is considered a triumph.
I have always wanted to be a Mommy. And I’m thankful that I am.