One of the most difficult aspects of parenting is that you’re almost constantly doing things to meet the needs of your kids, and all the while your kids are almost constantly interrupting or distracting or flat out sabotaging you.
It would be like if I dropped my car at my mechanic’s, and then stayed around to bang wrenches together, pour all of his various engine fluids into a large punch bowl, pull random parts off my own car because “I want to help,” ask if he can make me one of whatever he’s eating, all while whining to him every 3 minutes that another customer keeps looking at me and asking him every 4 minutes why he likes the other customers better than me.
It’s a blessing. And it’s brutal.
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