I love my kids more than life itself. But between the tantrums and the arguing and the bossiness and the talking back and the selective hearing and the procrastination, I occasionally long for those carefree days When I have one of those wishful kid-free moments, I think of Zach and his family (and I hug my daughters more tightly).
Every day, I suit up for battle. It's not just the usual twice-a-day stuff like "I don't wanna go" or "I don't wanna eat that for breakfast." I'm talking about something every hour. Screaming, pushing, punching, biting, spitting, back-talking, karate kicks and testicle head butts. All in a day's work.