Kids.

My kids are a ticket to Crazy Town.
The boy child, specifically, has been making me feel like each word I speak bounces off him and into some other dimension. I know it's a phase, but when your sanity is so intricately attached... I feel like I am going crazy!

Me: Did I not just tell you that jumping on your bed was not an option?
Him: This is your bed.

At the restaurant today, I asked him for a kiss. He proceeded to bend me back and lay one on me that would make a kiss from Gone With the Wind look unromantic... I don't even want to think about what everyone else thought...

My daughter, on the other hand, cried for literally nearly an hour last night because her nightgown "wasn't beautiful." Who tells a 2-year old about what's beautiful?

Then there are those moments that come in perfect timing, when momma has just about lost her ever-lovin' mind, they come to you tenderly, petting you, and saying those words that have never sounded as beautiful, "Momma, I'm thirsty..."

And off you go, for another round of the best job you've ever had.