So, I really like kids. I do. And I like mine a whole lot more than most.
Now, that’s not to say I never yell or we don’t get into disagreements and sometimes I just want to pee alone. But I like my kids a whole lot.
I like that Alex goes out of his way to find things that make me laugh. And I like that when Evan tries to con someone into giving him candy, he always asks for double so he can share with Alex. I like that they both cheer when their dad comes home and that they argue over which book from the library we will read first. (I love the library too.)
I just really like my kids.
It’s fall and I’m feeling pretty damn lucky. Sure, my garage is such a mess that it looks like we’ve been robbed but I don’t care. I’ve got some really great, amazing people in my life. Lauren and Liz and Amanda and Hillary and Erin and Vivian and the list goes on. And some of these amazing people live in my house and run out to get me Crispix cereal at 9 pm.
So my life is often messy but it’s a good one and it’s mine. I’m trying to be appreciative of this beautiful life of mine, even when I’m enraged that there is marker on the walls. YOLO, mofos. YOLO.