The Sixth Sense

They spend hours of everyday needing things, wanting things, and messing up things. They stand next to my bed at 4:30 am and say, "Can I sweep wif you?" Nothing unique among children, I know, and I actually wouldn't change a thing, but still they are things that lead every tired parent to dream of sleeping in, eating a meal without feeding someone else simultaneously, taking a nap, walking quickly, or slowly, or just doing whatever you want, whenever you want.

Tomorrow we cruise. We plan to do all of the above. But tell me something, why? How? How is it that my little children know exactly when to pour on the cute; the perfect moment to display formerly unseen brotherly love, the precise moment to pull out the proverbial dagger and stick it right into my beating heart? Problem for them is, my heart has already melted and is dripping down my leg.



I miss my pumpkins already, dangit! Why do they do this?! They make me love them so much I'm exhausted and then make me love them so much more that I can't leave without it hurting. What's a mommy to do? Rock and a hard place, that's what it is, rock and a hard place.