I woke up just after 7 a.m. this morning to the sound of my kids dumping a box of Lego onto the living room floor.
Two or three years ago that noise would have catapulted me out of bed in a semi-conscious attempt at damage control that would have probably ended with me stepping on a handful of pieces of Lego – which, as we all know, were put on this earth to inflict parental puncture wounds – and then swearing as I collapsed on the couch in pain.
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Way back when my oldest was just little, one of the very few things guaranteed to make her stop crying – and you guys, she was always crying – was to take her outside. A blast of fresh air and she was suddenly content.
I think she gets it from me.
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When my children were babies, I’d hear the same thing over and over again: “Enjoy this time! It goes so fast.”
And I’d look at these well-meaning people through bloodshot eyes and think, Are you completely insane?
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