Yesterday I was in the kitchen with Beth taking a breather from the younguns and had a laugh. Beth told me that I had spit-up on my shoulder. Pepper's last burping session came with a prize and I was the lucky winner. I looked at it for a second but since it wasn't a big deal shrugged my shoulders and went back around my business. Then Beth said, "If it makes you feel any better I've got poop on my shirt."That's right! We've reached the point where getting the kids asleep/fed/bathed/quiet/off each other's throats is more important than how we look. THIS is parenthood. THIS is why a parent's wardrobe freezes at a certain point and never gets any better. THIS is why I'll never have a truly "white" shirt again.
Parents will stop traffic, ford rivers, take on a pack of wild dogs and risk life and limb to wipe a child's mouth and/or nose but find it perfectly acceptable to go around with dirty pants, shirts and hair. THIS is parenthood.
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