Oh friends.
Remember those first few years of parenting?
Those years when idealism ruled.
When you made the birthday cake from scratch… When it mattered that shoes matched the outfit… When you would NEVER dream of letting your child play barefoot in 28 – 39 degree weather while wearing a swimsuit.
(An aside: nothing makes a child sleep harder than a touch of hypothermia…)
Remember those days when your 3 kids went to the community egg hunt and they showed up with brightly colored, brand-new buckets you hand-decorated with paint pens???
REMEMBER THE GLORY DAYS?!!!
Oh idealism. You slay me.
Fast forward to life now…
The day of the community egg hunt arrives. You are running behind.
AS USUAL.
You yell at the kids, “GO FIND A BASKET Â IN THE BASEMENT OR A PLASTIC BAG OR *SOMETHING*!”
You take a long drag off your cigarette.
When you get to the park, you assess the situation. You find that your super sweet, super girly little girl DID follow directions. She got a bucket.
The bucket you made for her brother one of those years you “had it all together”.
Remember way back in the day when you demanded the perfect picture of the kids?
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I’ve been poking around the interwebz. I have seen SO many picture-perfect, sweet Easter kiddo pictures.
Bless their hearts.
Those people are just a few short years away from this:
Yep.
It’s comin’. A silent train.
With attitude.
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