kids

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.