Bless the 'killdren'
Jul 28, 2017
Some days at the beach are magical... whoops of delight, sand castles, spotting fish. Ah! Parental bliss โค๏ธ Other days diva child throws epic tantrum while lobbing handfuls of sand at you while Dad snorkels with the happy ones.
A very good mother and I were talking today (I shan't out her here), and we agreed it's not natural to spend every moment with your children. For those that cherish every moment, God bless you. Me... not so much. Roddy can barely work with the radio on, I tried to work this morning with aforementioned diva rolling around, covered in snot, yelling at everyone and throwing toys (which hurts more than sand, but I would pick toys being thrown at me given the choice ๐ณ)
I had to walk away just now and shouted out to the sea 'please God help me love my children better' but instead of children I said KILLdren... if that's not a Freudian slip I don't know what is ๐
To any mom reading this: you are my absolute bloomin' heroes. Mothering ain't for the faint of heart. Dads yes, you're awesome too, but moms are in the trenches... for real.
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