Children are an absolute blessing-at least most days. And I truly love each one of my kids. They are each amazing in their own rite. That being said, what on earth was God thinking when he gave me not 1, not 2, but 3 girls?!!!!!! I honestly don't know how much more I can take!!!
Blue crayon all over the back of my new sofa, one gallon of apple juice poured all over the kitchen the kitchen floor oozing under the fridge and behind the cabinets (love those ants), sharpie body art, throwing fits, throwing objects, throwing each other, hiding in the dryer, not going to bed and getting up for the 1000th time to ask what a coupon is, screaming "I hate you"...., and the incessant talking and talking and talking and talking...ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
There is only so much one person can take. I NEVER told my mom I hated her. I remember thinking it in my head when I would get really angry, but I never dreamed of actually saying it. What do you do when you realize that your 6 year old daughter doesn't care if she hurts your feelings. She doesn't care if she hurts her baby sisters. She doesn't care. It's so scary for me as a mom to think that she isn't understanding the difference between right and wrong-or worse, she doesn't care. She is very sneaky and smart and beautiful and she knows it. Oh, if only I can harness this for good and not evil.
On the bright side, maybe she'll be an amazing attorney, what with her propensity for arguing and such, and take care of her aging parents. Or shove us in a home to drool on ourselves. Ah, the possibilities.
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