Bestest Kids Ever...

I enjoy reading other people's blogs. Maybe it's because I'm just nosy and like to be in other people's business. Or, maybe it's because I can live vicariously through other people's lives... travel, dine and wine, and live the high life that can only happen in my dreams, or at least until my kids grow a little older. Or be inspired. Or, maybe it's so that I can reaffirm that I'm normal like everyone else.

So anyway, I've been on this blogger site the past few days and have been browsing through people's sites. As a SAHM, I'm attracted to mothers' (or dad's... they're a parent too) sites. I'm reading and reading... and more often than not, things just don't click. So many of the moms rave about how wonderful it is staying home and watching their kids grow. How every living cell in their body lives for their children. Or, how glorious their kids poop is. Ok... so not in those exact words but that's the sense I got from reading their posts. The pics and posts look like they came straight out of a parenting magazine.

Ooookkkaaaayyyy....

Don't get me wrong. I love my kids. Really. I can't imagine life without them. But don't they have days when their kids are downright annoying? When the laundry pile is not just a pile but a mountain of clothes. When there are cobwebs in the corners of the staircase because you missed a week of cleaning?

Maybe... it's just me.