Cracked nipples. Sleep deprivation. Public tantrums. Our only reward is our children? Kidding. Mostly.
"I'm over being a mom that is 'needed' so much. I can handle the inane needs like, 'Mom, there's green stuff in my food' or 'Mom, wipe my butt,' but all of this whiny grunting, not walking, always wanting held bullshit is driving me insane. I'm an adult and have been an adult surrounded by adults for more than a decade. Interacting on a toddler level is fucking crazy."
We love our kids. They drive us crazy. We write about it instead of going insane.