How do people survive the early years of childhood? I mean, seriously. What the fuck? It is so fucking hard. Every. Damn. Day. With their over sized craniums, stubby arms and impossibly soft cheeks, preschoolers are nothing but a race of evil, ne’er do wellers who are out to ruin any sort of sanity a parent might have.
I love him something fierce, but if anything is going to test my ability to continue breathing in and out it will be him. That is saying a lot considering I have his older sister to contend with everyday as well. I have long thought she would be the one to break me, but I fear it will be Devon.
Many recitations of the Serenity Prayer have passed through my lips today. I’m not sure they have done any good, but we are both still here and that is something.
He only looks angelic. It is a huge, giant lie.
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Good thing he’s so damn cute. My youngest is the same, looks like an angel, acts like a demon.
Acceptance may be a little too much just yet. Keep thinking “this too shall pass”.
Eventually.