Me and them

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.