Last week I got to watch my nephews and niece for a few days while my brother was out of town. Can I just tell you, I am completely envious of those of you with little kids...
I laughed the whole time I was there. And oh, the stories I could tell you!
Like the night the two year old started a tantrum, and my four year old niece looked at me sitting cozily on the couch and said, "Aunt Randi, we don't let him do that. We usually spank him."
and then when I didn't get up immediately, she said,
"Don't worry, I'll do it for ya." and then started purposefully in his direction.
And after I was done laughing, (no, I did not let her spank him), I wondered --How can something that is SO MUCH FUN be SO MUCH WORK? And we're not even talking about the teen phase yet.
Come to think of it, that's a pretty profound question about parenting. Or life in general.
Only 12:30 in the afternoon and I've already been profound. My work here is done.
(Now I'm going to go put "be profound" on my to do list so I can check it off.)