Boy was I wrong!

Wow, I can't believe that I ever uttered the words, "I can't wait until my kids get older. It has to be easier". Yep, I did. Many, many times. Don't get me wrong. I love my children and I always have. Right from the get go. But...as all parents know, there are definitely trying times. Doesn't matter how many you have either. Although, I longingly looked at parents with only one or even two and thought, "now that's the way to go". Seems that I may have looked into the actual causes of pregnancy, but nahhhh. Nope. I figured that my mom handled 5 of us smoothly, so I could handle 4 for sure. Now I wonder, did my mom handle it smoothly or did I just think she did. Let's face it, I was a kid. I was doing kid things. What did I know? Really. I thought I knew everything, HA!

I digress. As they got older, certain things did get easier. Like poopy butts, dirty faces, skinned knees...that kind of thing. What I didn't count on was "that time of the month", pierced faces, or tattoos on their skin. Not my kids. I mean, c'mon, I sent them to a Catholic school! I guess it didn't scare them. It was true what the other parents said. They said that I would regret ever thinking I wanted them to grow up. I didn't believe them. Wow, was I wrong. Sorry.