Cracked nipples. Sleep deprivation. Public tantrums. Our only reward is our children? Kidding. Mostly.
"I was kneeling on her floor with my head on her bed, and I was having horrible stomach cramps but she was almost asleep. I realized I was about to have explosive diarrhea. And for like 20 seconds, I contemplated shitting my pants because I didn't want to wake her up and have to start all over again. Contemplated shitting my pants! That's when I knew we had a real sleep issue on our hands."
We love our kids. They drive us crazy. We write about it instead of going insane.