Mother did it need to be so high...

I will never understand why some people treat their children as if they were pawns in a sadistic game of chess. Children should NEVER be used to exact revenge or as a punching bag, physically or emotionally. Few things get under my skin more than someone mistreating a child. Maybe that's part of why I went into education.

I have decided the two worst things about babies are teething and any illness whatsoever. Even if the illness in question doesn't necessarily render the child feeling horrible, like pink eye, administering medicine in any form as akin to torture for both the baby and the parent. Girl child is 7 months old and only weighs 14 pounds, but somehow gets the strength of 10 bodybuilders when I try to put eye drops in her eyes. Are babies really superheroes in disguise? Maybe she's an X-Man and I just don't know it yet.

During college, I pulled all-nighters on a regular basis. Sometimes to study for an exam. Sometimes just because I was young and could do that. There are nights that I would stay out all night having a grand time and could go to work the next day with little or no sleep at all. P and I used to be able to stay up through all hours of the night and still function the next day. Many more sleepless nights because of a crying, teething baby like we had last night and I'm going to break. If the CIA is looking for new interrogation techniques to use, I suggest giving a person a teething baby on whom teething tablets don't work and who screams at the top of her lungs if you try to sit down. You'll get confessions to all kinds of crimes. By around 0230 this morning, I could have convinced myself I was responsible for JFK without too much coaxing. I just checked on the girl child; she's sleeping so peacefully. Of course. I'm downing Diet Coke like my life depends on it. This has to be why kids are so cute. When I'm past the point of exhaustion and are crying because nothing I do helps. When I'm holding the boy child as he sobs on my shoulder, convinced that his mother doesn't love him. When I feel like I just can't do this anymore. I look at them. My kids. I see how they smile at each other. I see how the boy child can make the girl child cackle like no one else can. I see how she reaches for him anytime he comes into the room. I see how they cuddle with their daddy. I see their beautiful, perfect faces and feel my heart ache with more love than it can contain. And I know that even though the rest of my life might be one giant ball of confusion and chaos, when I'm with them, all is right with the world.