Tonawanda News — But potty training! We’re still not 100 percent there yet. Accidents are so hard to clean up, although no smile beat Rigby’s grin the first time he went on the toilet and insisted on a high-five while he sat there.
There are so many magical moments as they grow up. Maybe they would be worth the trials and tribulations to be able to experience again. First steps, first birthdays, first words — all treasured memories.
Maybe ... nah.
Even with the emotional gains, there are finances to consider. I can only take so many jobs without collapsing, and a third child might just push us over our own fiscal cliff. They need diapers and food, then money for field trips and fancy school clothes, then graphing calculators and designer fancy school clothes, then college educations — and then they might just move back home after graduation.
But is that so bad? The lack of sleep can be a drain, but it is nice having life in the house. And the kids give me the best greetings. Plus I have a convenient excuse to keep watching cartoons for a while longer.
Maybe ... nah.
They’re only going to complain more as they approach adolescence. Children are rarely content unless you’re constantly doing something, and that generally involves some combination of further sleep deprivation and additional spending. They pee on the floor — on purpose sometimes — vomit on your bed, refuse the food you spent 30 minutes making (and they requested) and LOVE to use the word “no” once they learn it.
They demand more from you than you ever thought you had, then once you’re totally licked ask for even more. They completely alter the fiber of your being, forcing you to reconsider every habit you have. They make you strung-out, stressed beyond belief and so dog-tired you forget what day it is.
But they make you better, stronger. They show you a type of love that’s incomprehensible for those without children. They make you not really care anymore about — well, most things, as long as they’re all right. And they provide you with small miracles each and every day.
But would I have more?
Maybe ... nah ...
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