To him that means:
- Staying up late.
- Eating chocolate and candy.
- Drinking soda.
- Drinking coffee.
- Driving a car and going wherever you want.
- Watching adult movies (In our house that means movies he can't watch. Not "Behind The Big Red Curtain" movies.).
- Eating nachos for lunch instead of burritos (burritos are, in theory, cleaner).
- Staying up late to regain sanity and finish cleaning up from the day.
- Feeling guilty over the candy and chocolate consumed an hour after my morning walk.
- Full responsibility for three kids, one husband, one house and three vehicles .
- A constantly dirty right shoulder and thigh which, today, is compliments of the a fore mentioned theoretically cleaner burrito and the toddler who sits next to me at the table and uses me as a napkin.
- Slug like snot trails on my shoulders and legs from children.
- Loving nap time and bedtime way more than the kids.
- Missing the kids as soon as they are down for nap time or bed time.
- Eating nachos instead of burritos because I like the spicy nacho sauce that's too hot for the kids.
1 comment:
I LOVE this post! And SOOOO true. And the saddest part is, I remember so clearly being the kid and having that idea about adults.
Wow. I'm old.
:)
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