Yes. Being a parent is great and grotesque. It is fun and frightening. It is happy and horrible. Oh yeah. It is all of these things and occasionally it is all of the latter things at one time. There is a reason why children are given to the young to raise - because after a certain point in your life, you have no strength or patience to manage it. As I'm typing this, my two year old is dumping out a box of matchbox cars everywhere after I just told him not to do it and my infant two month old is spitting up all over my pants (and this is my second pair today). Sure my boys have cute moments, but right now I cannot seem to remember how I got into this mess in the first place!
(Sidebar: I know parenting is an extreme sport. Don't worry about the safety of my kiddos. They are in no danger. They will survive their childhood. Me, on the other hand...)
I've created a video comprised of photos that I've not really ever posted. These are the candid shots that show you what was really going on behind the scenes, giving me these gray hairs and a reason for even writing this blog post. For those of you who have children, you will probably enjoy this glimpse into my pain. Misery loves company, right?!? For those of you without children, consider this a form of birth control. My video is appropriately entitled "God Give Me Strength."
(If you are reading this via facebook, the video will probably not be visible. Check it out here.)