Think stretch marks. Think the waistline that will never snap back in place again.
Think runny noses, gooey hands and all those little germs shared with friends and brought home to Mom and Dad.
Then think about the time suck.
Yes, all that time that you could be working out, making yourself drop-dead gorgeous – or as close as genetically possible – but that is now spent cooking, cleaning, hauling them to appointments, reminding them of homework and extinguishing fights.
And then there is the time when you could be sleeping now spent calming nightmares.
There is no doubt. Kids are hazardous to your health.
And mine both went to bed moaning tonight. Bad belly. Headache. You name it.
“Mom, I’m burning up,” said the littlest one, now nine — a little older than in the picture above. He has been on antibiotics for a week after being diagnosed with strep. The kid didn’t have fever then, and he certainly doesn’t now.
We’ll see how they feel in the morning, but I’m thinking I’ll likely have to spend part of my day in the doctor’s office.
Yet, as crazy-making and unsanitary as they are, I think I want to keep mine.
They are good guys, these two – well, when they are not fighting.
They make me laugh. They think of crazy things I never would have thought of. And, when it comes right down to it, they mostly really try to do what is right. Even if they go about it in the wrong way – like pouring milk over a kid’s head because the kid was picking on a friend. Yeah, my eldest did that the other day.
Now if I can just get rid of the queasiness in my own belly. I wonder where that came from?