I actually like my children

I know in a couple of years i'm going to regreat saying this, but I really do actually like spending time with my children. I find it so hard to believe because they really get on my nerve. they eat everything in the house - even the things that I specifically tell them not to eat, and they only do things sometimes when I scream and holar at them. that drives me frigging nuts. Sometimes I have to get evil and ugly to remind them that I didn't mess up the frigging house, they did. they're the ones that have all the messed up clothes, i don't. they use up the majority of electricity, water and heat.

But even though I spend 75% of my check on them it really all is forgotten when I'm laughing with them, they do awesome and thoughtful things for me and just make me feel real good for being their mother.

I think Shirley Ceasar said it best when she sung the song "No Charge."


My sister's little boy came
Into the kitchen one evening
While she was fixing supper

And he handed her a piece
Of paper he'd been writing on
And after wiping her hands on an apron
She took it in her hands and
She read it and this is what it said

For mowing the yard, five dollars
And for making up my own
Bed this week, one dollar
For going to the store, fifty cents
And playing with little brother while
You went shopping, twenty-five cents

For taking out the trash, one dollar
And for getting a good report card
Five dollars, and for raking
The yard, two dollars
Total owed, fourteen seventy-five

Well, she looked at him
Standing there and expecting
And a thousand memories
Flashed through her mind

So she picked up the pen
And turned the paper over
And this is what she wrote

For the nine months I carried you
Growing inside me, no charge
For the nights I sat up with you
Doctored you, prayed for you
No charge

For the time and the tears and
The cost through the years
There is no charge
When you add it all up
Lyrics courtesy Top40db.
The cost of my love is no charge

For the nights filled with dread
And the worries ahead, no charge
For advice and the knowledge
And the cost of your college
No charge

For the toys, food and clothes
And for wiping your nose
There's no charge, son
When you add it all up
The full cost of my love
Is no charge

Well, you know when I think about that
I think about the day that Jesus
Went out and gave his life
As a ransom for me

When I think on the words
If any man be in Christ
He's a new creature

I like to think about the very
Minute that he shedded his blood
My debt was paid in full

And I want you to know today
When you add it all up
The full cost of real love
Is no charge








Now when I said I would regret saying this, I know you think that's mean to say. My oldest is 13 (yes and SHE is getting on my second to last nerve.) My son (the middle) is going on 12 in less than thirty days. The youngest is 7 and she's sweet but she's 7 and if you have a 7 year old you know what I mean when I say she is 7 - none stop whys, nonstop talking, nonstop details, complains, and crying about how unfair life is and can't wait to be 13 like her sister.

I know in a couple of years I'll be wondering who they are and looking for the receipt from the hosptial to see if I can return them.

But for now, I'm happy with them. They're pretty smart, appreciative and they honestly want me to be happy right now.

I feel almost like a queen.

.... I said almost. LOL.