So many nights I feel like I’ve had the crap kicked out of me. Some nights I feel like that because I’m so physically exhausted that even the thought of getting up off the couch to get myself to bed is just too much. Sometimes I feel like that because I have actually been kicked, hit, elbowed and/or body-slammed, intentionally or not by my kids. And sometimes my mental (and physical) exhaustion is actually about getting crap out, just not out of me.
The other night it was the double whammy of kiddie constipation plus kiddie ninja warrior injuries. As my mouth filled with blood, I thought I smelled poop. I smiled, looking like a sated extra from True Blood, and then laughed quietly thinking about what my life had become. I also thought: Man, I am a damn good parent.
I’ll let that image linger while I backtrack a bit… Continue reading