The Joys of Parenthood

*not my actual children

I have a cold this week, so this is going to be pretty short. I actually think I caught this particular illness at PAX last weekend, which would officially make this "PAX Crud". It lasts longer and is more contagious than your normal, run-of-the-mill virus. In any case, I was going to title this post "The Joys of Motherhood", but then I realized that my husband was probably going through the same thing (I haven't actually asked him though). So, without further ado, the joys of parenthood include getting:

- Head butted
- Punched in the throat
- Kicked
- Hit
- Barfed on
- Pooped on
- Peed on
- Screamed at
- Scratched
- Pushed
- Pinched
- Hair pulled

At the end of the day, though, what makes it all worth it is the smile they give you when you walk into the room. I know people say it gets better, but I'm not sure I truly believed them until now. Yes, things got better, but then new sucky things started happening. I don't know if I'm just so entrenched at this point that even a single sunbeam seems like a radiant glow, but I will continue to do some pretty silly things to see those smiles over and over.

Thanks for sticking with my cold medicine ramblings. See you next week.