Who says that after you have kids you can't have any fun or do what you want to do? Outrageous! Being a parent is plenty of fun...
Take yesterday, for example: I needed to find a swimming suit, so I dragged my kids out of the house after first spending 30-40 minutes getting everybody ready. I then was able to spend a wonderful 10 minutes trying to avoiding tripping and bumping heads on car doors while buckling everybody into their five point harness systems. After that, we got to listen to some rockin' tunes sung by preteens until finally unloading at our destination. Caiden was as happy as a lark--skipping, jumping, and singing--while Elliott was still grumbling about how boring this would be. After avoiding no less than 15 near death experiences by sudden sprints into traffic, falling into potholes, and the like, we arrived at the door of the intended establishment. At which point Caiden mysteriously tripped and then beyond all odds, hit her head that was only 2 inches from the ground so hard that you could hear the loud, "crack!" Hysterical as she was, I scooped her up to comfort her and between sobs I felt something warm and then a barely coherent wail from Caiden, "I'm peeing!!!!"
I set her down, but it was too late. I was completely soaked and so was she. We made it as far as the glass-paned front of the store. This is true window shopping, my friends. How fun is that? We were then blessed to repeat steps 1-4 before arriving safely home.
It doesn't get any better than this, folks. And that is reason 1017 why I personally love being a parent. And that's beside the fact that there are so many interesting stories to tell.
Take yesterday, for example: I needed to find a swimming suit, so I dragged my kids out of the house after first spending 30-40 minutes getting everybody ready. I then was able to spend a wonderful 10 minutes trying to avoiding tripping and bumping heads on car doors while buckling everybody into their five point harness systems. After that, we got to listen to some rockin' tunes sung by preteens until finally unloading at our destination. Caiden was as happy as a lark--skipping, jumping, and singing--while Elliott was still grumbling about how boring this would be. After avoiding no less than 15 near death experiences by sudden sprints into traffic, falling into potholes, and the like, we arrived at the door of the intended establishment. At which point Caiden mysteriously tripped and then beyond all odds, hit her head that was only 2 inches from the ground so hard that you could hear the loud, "crack!" Hysterical as she was, I scooped her up to comfort her and between sobs I felt something warm and then a barely coherent wail from Caiden, "I'm peeing!!!!"
I set her down, but it was too late. I was completely soaked and so was she. We made it as far as the glass-paned front of the store. This is true window shopping, my friends. How fun is that? We were then blessed to repeat steps 1-4 before arriving safely home.
It doesn't get any better than this, folks. And that is reason 1017 why I personally love being a parent. And that's beside the fact that there are so many interesting stories to tell.
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Oh. my. gosh. i laughed so hard at this.
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