I helped build a fort today and even gave my kids some crayons, coloring books and snacks, but they still kept trying to come in after me. Sadism is dressing your kids in whites and worrying about stains.
It's hard to tell if my kids are just being kids or I'm irrevocably psychologically and emotionally harming them in some way. I probably should be more worried about the psychological and emotional harm being done to me.
It's amazing how one little smile can wipe out all the stresses of the day...that and three martinis.
I love those moments when everything comes together just right, like when you're leaving the house in 20 minutes and you realize that all the kids have just pooped.