Some days are hard. Some days I want to pull my hair out. Some days I get answers as to why my hair seems to be greying faster than everyone elses. Some days I understand why the lines in my face seem to get deeper and deeper by the minute. Some days I swear these little guys, especially the youngest one, hate me.
Some days I would like to just sit down on the couch for the rest of the night and not care about anything. Some days I wonder why the hell I ever wanted to be a parent. Some days I wonder where the love comes from. How I put up with so much whining, so much bullshit.
Then I look around. I see a face like this one. I feel the need they have for me when they feel alone. I hear their begging questions about snuggling and sleeping by my side and them just plain needing me. ME. The one that was gifted, BLESSED, to get them. THEM! Then I feel the unexplainable love that my heart is filled with and know what it's all about. I couldn't breathe without them. THEM. That's a fact.