Charlotte is eating finger food...which means I can't keep the friggin' fraggin' stuff off the floor and walls...which means I keep stepping on it in my bare summer feet...which means I have started to curse...
Dare I go on? It's amazing how quickly these kids change, and just exactly when I am at peace with the changes, i.e. don't mind stepping over a gate every two seconds and of course occasionally stubbing my toe in the process, another change comes--WHAM!--and smacks me full-on in the face. Then, quite suddenly, I am back to bemusedly staring out the window and wondering how this all happened to me.
I did this to myself?
Indeed not. I beg to differ.
Oh, you say I chose to have kids?
Hmmm, yes, I see what you mean.