Tuesday, April 21, 2009


Sunday night, I couldn't WAIT for the kids to go to sleep. I was exhausted and needed sleep. I didn't have much patience and they were trying what was left.
Monday night they drove me crazy, I couldn't wait to get to work in the garage.
Tonight, coming home, I COULD.NOT.WAIT to get to my kids and get a hug. I wanted to hold my little girl and have her pat me on the back. I wanted to hold Squawker and have him drool on my shirt.
I had to work late tonight so I found myself racing, impatient at stop lights, trying to get home to see them both before bedtime.
I was so lucky. I got to come in the door and Kat greeted me with "DADDY!" as she raised her arms. "Pick me up, please" she said to me. I was more than happy to oblige. "I am so glad you are home" she whispered in my ear, "Now you can read me a story!"
I got to spend the 30 minutes before bed with her, playing, tickling, laughing.
I put her in jammies and read her a story, then put her to bed.
Now I get to wrestle the boy from Jill and put him to bed.
How strange, some nights they get on my last nerve. Other nights, I want to give them everything I have, because I need every bit of them.


surprised mom said...

Kids . . . they do something to your heart, don't they? Mine are older than yours, but still my heart is always with them. Not that they don't sometimes step on my last nerve . . . it's a paradox.

Jenny said...

Yep. I find myself taking corners on two wheels to get to them at daycare, although 1/2 hour of being home I wonder why I drove so fast. Then after they are in bed I feel guilty for even thinking that. Repeat daily, sometimes 10 times!