Ok. All the lovey, dovey junk aside -- the children are our future, a child is a marvel *blueshit -- we all know once you have kids a few things are never the same.
Now, I knew I was never going to be able to sleep in again. I knew that I was never going to be able to just go to the store, or to the bank or for a walk on my own. I knew that I was going to be wiping noses and bums and spills on the floor for the forseeable future. I knew that I was going to be answering the same question fifteen times a day for the next 18 years. I knew that I'd never be alone in the bathroom again for a long, long time. And yes, I know about LOCKING the bedroom door. (Ahem).
But I never really thought how having kids was going to affect YOU, the family and friends that I must buy gifts for at holidays.
It turns out that all the
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So this stuff has to go somewhere folks, and Christmas is coming. ...
I hope you don't hold it against me. Remember, there are worse smelling things I could be sending you.