I find myself repeating the same things over and over and over . . .
"Shari, you're not a dog. Eat with your fork."
"Rachel, quit unplugging the TV."
"Josh, I'm tired of being scratched."
I also find myself answering a nonstop barage of questions . . .
"Why is Joshua 4?"
"Why are you doing the laundry?"
"Why is the wind blowing?"
"Why . . . "
I'm now beginning to realize just how much you don't get time off as a parent, how much you keep on teaching and teaching, how much your kids really don't realize all of the things you do for them, how much . . .
I just wish I got free hair coloring with this job!
